Team Spirit

[CrimsonMaiden]

This thread closed for now for Ozme and myself. May be some invites later on for guest appearances. Please read and enjoy.


Buffy

Having finally gotten everything unpacked, Buffy headed downstairs to the commons to check the announcement board. The RA had told her all information about pledging sororities and sports teams were posted there. She really wanted to pledge, but her parents were barely able to swing the college fees. There was no way they would be able to pay dues.

Hoping there would be something she could participate in that wouldn’t cost a lot of money, she scoured the board.

Anyone wishing to try out for the varsity cheerleading squad contact Missy, Barrington Hall, room 22.

It being her first year at the university, Buffy wanted so much to fit in. Being a cheerleader just might present the perfect opportunity. It definitely worked in high school. Barrington Hall was just next to her dorm, so she hurried over, hoping to catch Missy before she left for class.

After knocking on the door a few times, Buffy figured Missy had already gone to class and was about to step away when the door opened and a short girl who was still in her gown said,

“Yeah, what do you want?”

Stumbling over her words, Buffy explained she was interested in trying out for the cheerleading squad.

“Missy!! It’s for you!” the girl hollered as she turned around to go back into the room. The door slammed shut and Buffy jumped. Uncertainty crowded her face and she was once again about to leave when the door opened once more. A tall, leggy blond wearing nothing but a t-shirt and panties stood there, eyeing Buffy curiously.

“You want to try out for the squad, huh? Are you sure about that?”

“Well… yes… I thought it would be a good way to meet new people,” Buffy stammered.

“Oh you’ll meet new people all right. Well, you’ve definitely got the body for it… nice big boobs, bouncy red hair… turn around.”

Buffy was confused about how her boobs or hair had anything to do with making the squad, but she turned anyway, not wanting to get off on the wrong foot with the girl she thought to be head cheerleader. She felt self-conscious in the tight short shorts.

“Yep, nice ass too. The team’ll love you. Ok… go see the foot ball coach, Coach Wilcox. He’ll talk to you about try outs.”

“The football coach? What does he have to do with tryouts?”

“He considers the squad as part of his team and he makes all the decisions about who gets to try out, who makes the team and who doesn't.” Before Buffy could respond, the girl turned and the door slammed again.

‘Geez, she wasn’t very friendly.’ Buffy exited the dorm and walked across campus. She didn’t have time to see Coach Wilcox now, but she would go straight to his office after she finished registering for her classes and buying her books.

**

Nervousness had built in Buffy’s body throughout the day and by the time she arrived at Coach Wilcox’s office, she was a mess. Taking a deep breath to try and calm down, she knocked on his door, almost hoping he wouldn’t be in.

“Come in,” boomed out a deep voice and Buffy hesitantly turned the knob and shuffled into the room. Her eyes swept over the man sitting behind the desk. Lean and muscular, he looked to be tall, but it was difficult to tell for sure.

“I’m Buffy. I was told to see you about trying out for the cheerleading squad.”

 

[ozme52]

Coach Peter Wilcox

Coach Pete Wilcox has been the head football coach at Foxwood University for the last 5 years and a favorite with the alumni association. Five years head coach, the last four of those years as division champions. Anything Big Pete Wilcox wanted, Big Pete got, including a lot of leeway in how he ran the program.

Coach Wilcox believed in the total package. Every aspect of the team was under his purview. He chose the assistant coaches, he decided who made the team and who didn't, he picked every player for every position. But it went farther than that. Coach Wilcox picked the trainers, the water boys, the school reporter who covered the games, even the cheer squad.

Everyone who he felt was integral to creating a team effort, Coach Wilcox had final say. And what he said was the final word. And everyone loved him because his teams were winners.

He worked hard at it, yes, but still he was an enigma to the rest of the college sports world. How he did it year after year, always getting the most out of his players... getting more out of them than they'd ever previously shown... Peter Wilcox was that kind of coach.

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I was going over the list of returning players and open positions when someone knocked on the door.

"Yeah! Come on in!"

She said her name was Buffy... Buffy! I almost laughed. And she wanted to be a cheerleader. I didn't recognize her, never saw her in the stands last year or hanging out during the practices. I'd remember if she had.

"You a transfer or a freshman?"

She said a freshman, her first year here at Foxwood. Normally I wouldn't even consider letting a freshman tryout. I liked them to "understand" how things worked here at F.U. Most figure it out during their freshman year and if they're still interested, then they come to me for a chance to tryout. But Buffy was really built. She definitely had the potential to make this years cheer squad and I needed at least three new girls. I motioned her to turn around.

Buffy had curly red hair, just past shoulder length. An hourglass type figure, real nice chest, not enormous but they looked it, I figured D's, maybe double-D's, a tiny waist and broad hips. Nice ass too. Long legs for her height. Quite the package.

As she finished her turn and was once again facing me, I looked at her face again. Full lips, small nose, big green eyes. Very nice eyes. And not a freckle on her. At least not as far as I could see.

"I don't normally let freshmen try out. Why should I give you a chance."

I wanted to see if Buffy here had any gumption.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Buffy

Buffy took a deep breath before speaking. It was hard not to be intimidated by this man. His brown eyes fiercely bore into hers. Intense... definitely intense.

"I've got experience for one thing. I was a cheerleader in high school... all four years. My senior year, I was captain of the squad. You won't ever have to worry about my voice going hoarse from yelling. I've done this for long enough that my voice is used to it.

"I'm very dedicated. For the entire four years of high school, I never missed a practice, pep rally, or game. Please just give me a chance sir. I promise you won't be disappointed."

While Buffy had been talking, she leaned over the desk, not even aware of what she was doing. Her arms framed her large breasts, pushing them together suggestively and giving the coach a very nice view of her cleavage and the swell of the round globes.

 

[ozme52]

Coach Wilcox

Buffy either had gumption all right or else she was naively unaware of her body. She all but invited me to a handfull of her fabulous tits.

I wonder which it is. Let's find out...

"I have an unusual program here. Not only do I run the football team, I run the cheer squad. What I say goes. If I want the cheerleaders to go into town and do volunteer work, that's what they do. If I tell them to run extra practices, they run extra practices."

"If I tell them to do distract the opposing team or their coach, they do their duty to their team.... Understand?"

I didn't know if Buffy really understood but she nodded yes. So I reached into one of the cabinets behind my desk and pulled out one of the standard cheer costumes, one that I figured would fit her.

"Before I let you tryout, let's see what you look like in one.."

I threw the costume onto the desk. Buffy put her stuff down on the corner of my desk and picked up the cheer costume and held it in front of her, as if she were checking a dress off a rack for size. Happy that it seemed to be her size, (I am an excellent judge when it comes to evaluating bodies, whether football players or cheerleaders,) she turned to go to the women's locker room.

"Where do you think you're going?" I leaned back in my chair.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Buffy

"Before I let you tryout, let's see what you look like in one.."

Coach Wilcox tossed the uniform on the desk and Buffy sat her books down so she could pick it up and hold it up against her curvy body. It did look like a perfect fit, but the only way she could be sure was to try it on. She turned towards the door thinking she could use the ladies' locker room when Coach's voice boomed out,"

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Umm.. I was going to the girls' locker room to try this on..."

Buffy watched Coach Wilcox lean back in his chair, an almost amused look on his face.

"You did want me to try it on, right?"

 

[ozme52]

Coach Wilcox

"Yes, I do. Try it on here!"

The cheer costume was complete. A bodice that tied under the breasts, short skirt, matching thong. Even matching ankle socks. So it would all have to come off. Every bit of her own clothes.

"You can close the door if you like. There's a lock too, if that makes you more comfortable."

I figured she would bolt now that it was clear I intended to watch her strip and put on the uniform.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Buffy

Buffy stood indecisively by the door. On the one hand, she didn't want to change in front of the coach. The skimpy top couldn't be worn with a bra and the uniform came with a matching thong so she would have to strip completely in order to put the outfit on.

What kind of place was this where the male staff were allowed to see the female students naked? She almost threw the uniform on the desk, grabbed her books, and ran for the door... but she didn't. Being on the cheerleading squad was important to her. After being on the high school squad for four years, it played a big role in her social life and she believed it would serve the same purpose in college. She got many dates with cute guys that she knew wouldn't have happened had she not been a cheerleader.

With a sigh of resignation she asked, "Can I at least face the door?"

 

[ozme52]

Coach Wilcox

"Only if you intend to leave."

This was why I usually didn't let freshmen try out. Wannabe's usually hung out with the squad or were already dating team members and knew what was expected of them.

Still, I could see Buffy's hesitation. Maybe she wouldn't bolt after all. It was a 50/50 coin flip. Of course being who I am, I don't like those odds so I gave her an additional prod.

I looked at Buffy, up and down, as if I were appraising her.

"That's okay hun, you probably couldn't make the team anyway."

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Buffy

Coach's eyes swept up and down her body. "That's okay hun, you probably couldn't make the team anyway."

Buffy walked towards the desk knowing the coach would think she was giving back the uniform and getting her books. Instead, she stopped beside the chair and draped the uniform over the back of the chair. She knew exactly what that last barb was. He was goading her into putting on the uniform. It was a waste of breath.

She had already decided it didn't matter whether she could turn around or not. Making the squad was important enough she would do almost anything... even something she'd never done before. Outside of some fumbling groping in the backseat of cars in high school, she had no experience with guys. Definitely, none had seen her naked.

Buffy tried to convince herself he only wanted her to change in front of him so he could be sure every part of her body was natural. He would get that assurance... none of her clothing was padded. However... the burning light in his brown eyes bespoke of more than curiousity.

Shrugging her shoulders and attempting to act nonchalant, she said, "You're entitled to that opinion... but you're wrong." She wanted to show him that fear would not stop her from acheiving her goals, so she looked straight into his eyes as her fingers unfastened the buttons of her shirt. When the last one was undone, she let her hands drop and the shirt slid off her shoulders and onto the floor with a soft swish. Keeping his gaze, she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts and pushed them past her rounded hips, and they joined her shirt on the carpeted floor.

The black lacy bra was next to fall onto the growing heap of clothing on the floor as she reached behind her and unclasped the hooks, her large breasts bouncing free as the restraining material was pulled away from them. Her puffy pink peaks immediately wrinkled and began to harden in the cool air of the office. Buffy's face blushed lightly from embarrassment of her body's reaction but she continued on. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her black panties, she pulled them down, revealing a soft patch of red curls covering her mound.

Not wanting to be naked any longer than necessary, Buffy grabbed the thong from the chair and stepped into it, pulling the scanty piece of material up over her hips until the thin strip lodge firmly between the round moons of her ass. The tiny pleated skirt followed the panties and when she reached back to zip it up, she unknowingly jutted her ample bosom towards the coach.

When she pulled on the top, no matter how hard she tried, she could not get it tied. "Umm Coach Wilcox.. can you help me with this? I think it might be a little too small."

 

[ozme52]

Coach Wilcox

Watching this nubile girl strip was a pleasure. .

Buffy wasn't purposely seductive but somehow came across as fiery. Maybe it was the red hair. When she dropped her bra, her tits stood right up. No sag at all. I could almost imagine my cock sliding between them. Her panties were next. I nodded approvingly, her collars and cuffs matched with just a hint of pink showing through her patch. That would probably have to go.

Buffy flashed more of her pink when she lifted her leg to slip on the thong. Yep, the patch would have to go. I could see sprigs of her curlies were outside the boundary of the thong. I'd do that tonight.

Once it was on though, the thong seemed to blossom.

The skirt cut Buffy's legs perfectly and she looked stunning in it. She definitely had it all. The tits, long legs. Everything.

Any reservations she may have had were melting away. She even asked for help tying the top. It really wasn't too small, a little practice and she'd have no trouble at all.

But far be it for me to turn down the invitation. Besides. it provided one more opportunity to try and shake her.

I stood and approached her. Even though Buffy'd asked, she did take a hesitant step back, then plucking up her courage she all but thrust her chest out and held out the ties for me.

"You tie, I'll hold." Before she could react I had cupped Buffy's tits and held them up and together. They almost filled my large hands. I idly rubbed her nipples with my thumbs. They were nice and perky because of the cool room temperature.

She gasped, probably from the shock of the 'matter of fact' way I was treating her and not from any particular pleasure. She quickly tied off the top.

"See, not too small at all." I said as I slipped my hands out. Despite the tight cleavage the top created, Buffy's tits now bounced suggestively within the top. But then, I designed the top to do just that.

I had Buffy twirl around a few times. Told her to jump and do a splits landing. She was definitely limber enough.

"Okay then. You've proven you have the spirit. I'll let you try out Buffy."

I looked at my watch. Not too much of the day was left. I pinned a button on her skirt. It said "Cheerleading Tryout Team." That would warn anyone on the team to leave her alone.

"Wear the uniform for the rest of the day. I'll see you at six this evening. We'll see how fast you can learn a cheer routine."

I handed her a piece of paper with my address on it, sat down and picked up the team roster again. I went back to studying it, though I peeked over the top of it to take another look as Buffy turned around and bent to pick up her clothes.

Nice ass too. I was looking forward to tonight.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Buffy

Buffy thrust her chest out as she asked Coach Wilcox for help with the top. He surprised her by cupping her breasts in the palm of his hand and squeezing them together so she could tie the top.
A gasp tore from her throat when his thumbs grazed across her erect peaks.

"Why did he do that?" She was as confused by his actions as she was by the sharp thrill that ran through her body at his touch. Once the top was tied, he pulled his hands out and then pinned a button on her skirt.


"Wear the uniform for the rest of the day. I'll see you at six this evening. We'll see how fast you can learn a cheer routine."


Buffy took the piece of paper he handed her and turned around to gather her stuff. "Thank you Coach Wilcox. I really appreciate the opportunity." She bent over to retrieve her clothing from the floor, not realizing how much of her ass she was showing. She grabbed her books from the desk and exited the office.

She didn't understand why tryouts where held at his home, but she didn't want to question anything. He was in charge after all. Throughout the rest of the day, she noticed the appreciative glances thrown her way by most of the guys she passed by. Some were extremely obvious with their stares, others tried to hide it.

By the time she arrived at Coach Wilcox's house a strange feeling of anticipation coursed through her body. Having guy stare at her all day made her feel alive... and tingly all over.

She knocked on the door and waited...

 

[ozme52]

Coach Wilcox

The rest of the afternoon went by quickly. I met with my assistants and laid out a schedule so we could evaluate the walk-on prior to the team practices.

I called Missy and told her to begin planning for the alumni supporters' party. She asked if she could come by but I wanted to keep my edge for Buffy.

After completing lesson plans for the two classes I also teach, I slipped on my sweats and ran the campus quadrangle and then headed home.

I was still in the shower when Buffy arrived and rang the bell. I finished rinsing off and pulled on a short terry robe and belted it around my waist, and a towel which I ran over my hair and hung around my neck.

I went to the front door and opened it, looking down on Buffy, still wearing her cheerleader uniform.

"Sorry Buffy, I'm running a bit late. Come on in." I turned around and headed back toward the bathroom toweling my hair dry.

I left the bathroom door partly open on purpose, both so I could talk while I finished dressing and so that Buffy could see in if she chose to look. If she did look, she'd see how I got my nickname, "Big Pete," which somewhat ironically, was short, for "Big Peter."

As I talked to her about this year's prospects and how important the cheer squad was for team spirit, morale, and keeping the alumni supporters happy, I let the robe slip from my shoulder. combed my hair out, and stepped into a pair of black satin gym shorts. I pulled a white Tee over my head and pulled it down over my six-pack and turned to face Buffy. I looked directly into her eyes.

"So Buffy? If you make the squad, you have to be willing to follow my directives. If I say jump, you should be asking 'How high?' Are you willing to do that?"

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Buffy

Buffy followed Coach Wilcox into the house. She stopped as he entered the bathroom to finish drying off, leaving the door partially open.

As he talked to her about the team and the upcoming year, she couldn't help but steal glances at his body. She had to stifle a gasp when he let the robe slip from his shoulders, revealing his nakedness in all its glory. She hadn't seen a male in the flesh, but she had seen pictures in a Playgirl magazine that her best friend had found hidden in her mother's lingerie drawer.

His cock didn't look like the ones in the pictures. It wasn't standing erect... but Buffy couldn't believe the size of it. Not erect but still quite big... she couldn't help but wonder what it would look like standing hard and proud... jutting from his body.

A shudder raced through her at the naughty thought. She managed to tear her eyes away from his body as he dressed, she didn't want to get caught staring.

She barely got her head up before he turned and looked directly into her eyes.

"So Buffy? If you make the squad, you have to be willing to follow my directives. If I say jump, you should be asking 'How high?' Are you willing to do that?"

The time between leaving his office and arriving at his front door had given her plenty of time to think... and plenty of time to love all the admiring looks she'd gotten. She wanted this... she wanted it badly.

"Yes sir..." she answered, not really understanding what she was getting herself into.

 

[ozme52]

Coach Wilcox

"Are you willing to do that?"

I left the question hanging in the air but she was quick to answer.

"Yes sir."

Okay... we'll soon see if she means it.

"Follow me Buffy." I led her back into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. I turned her toward the full length mirror on the door and stood behind her.

"Your grooming is the first thing we need to address." She looked at me in the mirror with a bit of confusion on her face. I reached down and lifted the skirt revealing the thong and the profusion of hair both underneath and escaping around the edges.

"Your hair... is unkempt. It has to go." I dropped the skirt and patted the counter next to the sink.

"Hop on up!"

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Buffy

"Your hair... is unkempt. It has to go."

Buffy immediately understood, after all, she couldn't turn flips and do cartwheels with hair sticking out her panties, but she didn't know if he meant it would have to be trimmed or shaved completely.

When he patted the counter, she looked at him strangely. Surely he didn't mean to do it himself? However... he had just asked her if she would jump when he said so. She didn't want to take the chance of not even getting to try out, so she backed against the counter and jumped up, settling her exposed round cheeks on the cool top.

 

[ozme52]

Coach Wilcox

I saw the quizzical look and then... yes. She did understand. I had literally told Buffy to jump and exactly how high.

I stepped up to the counter and leaned against her knees. My hands snaked under the skirt and I pulled the thong down.

"Lift!" Buffy didn't even have a chance to think about it. She just naturally lifted and the thong was off, over her knees and on their way to the floor.

I turned on the hot water and got down my shaving mug. Just as it began to steam I filled the mug about an inch and turned the water off. I started whipping up a lather with the soft bristle brush.

Not once did my eyes leave Buffy's as I watched her watching me as I made the preparations... as she must have realized this wasn't going to be just a trim.

I was still in contact with Buffy's knees. I couldn't help but grin a bit. I always enjoy this moment. The lather was just about ready. I slid the top drawer to my left open. It was of course empty. I grasped Buffy's right ankle, lifted, and set her foot in the drawer. I switched hands, opened the other drawer and lifted Buffy's left foot into it. I could feel the slightest hint pf resistance as she fought with herself, hesitating as to whether she should let me do this.

Then the moment had passed and her knees were high and wide open and I was fully between them. Buffy's back was against the cabinet mirror. My makeshift seat and stirrups...

Only the short bit of material that was the front of her cheerleader skirt now covered her pussy.

Rewhipping the lather, I gathered up a dollop of it on the brush. I nodded at the juncture of Buffy's legs.

I picked up the skirt and "handed it" to her. There she was. Cute as all get out. Legs spread wide, holding her little skirt up like she was showing off what she had. And what she had was very cute indeed. Her pussy lips were already looking like they were beginning to part and I was about to help them.

I brought the dollop of lather to her abdomen and began to lather up the delta above her pussy and brought soap down and around each lip. A second dollop and I finished lathering her lips.

Then I began what I knew would be the beginning of her sexual enthrallment to me. I brought the feathery soft shaving brush up and down the furrow between her lips, rotating it left and right as I stroked the length of her cleft. in and out, moving the soapy suds all around. Flashing over Buffy's clit, then returning to her tiny hole, only to begin again.

Whenever the soap began to dry I added more lather and the more I stroked her, the more labored Buffy's breathing. I could see her pussy getting puffier and her clit poking out from underneath its hood as I continued buffing it with creamy lather.

Buffy's face began to flush and her hips began to rock. I slipped the hook on her skirt and let it drop to the counter, relieving her of having to hold it. Her hands immediately pressed down on the counter, taking weight off her butt as her pussy began to follow the movements of the brush.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Buffy

Buffy watched Coach Wilcox warily as he prepared the shaving items and then pulled open the drawers and set her feet in them. Even though her skirt still covered her pussy, she felt so exposed. With brush in hand, the coach nodded at her skirt. Hesitantly, Buffy lifted it, completely exposing her virgin pussy to a man for the first time.

She leaned back against the mirror as he covered her mound with the foamy lather. Her breathing already ragged, she gasped when he slid the soap lathered brush down her slit. He dipped the brush again in the soap and slid up the other side.

Buffy thought at this point, he would take the razor and begin shaving, but he didn't. The brush slid up and down her slit, twisting and turning as it caressed her. Confusion gave way to arousal as the brush stroked her clit before gliding down to rub softly against her tight entrance.

He moved the skirt out of the way and her hands instinctively dropped to the smooth surface of the counter and she used them as leverage to rock her hips against the brush as it repeatedly brushed up and down her pussy. Even though she was a virgin, Buffy had recently begun to masturbate but the feelings she got from stroking herself were nothing compared to the sensual caress of the soaped up brush against her lips.

Faster and faster she rocked against the brush as she felt the pressure build inside her. Her eyes were closed and her face flushed as the pleasure raged through her body. 'Oh god that feels so good... the brush in Coach's hands...Oh no...'

Suddenly remembering where she was and who she was with, Buffy's eyes flew open and her hips stilled. Embarrasment flooded her face. He would think by the way she had acted that she was some kind of a slut. "I'm sorry Coach," she stammered. "I... I didn't mean to..."

 

[ozme52]

Coach Wilcox

"Didn't mean to what?" I was being deliberately obtuse. It was so obvious Buffy had been very close to coming and now she was embarrassed by it.

I stood there watching while she turned even redder but never stopped the stimulation, centering the brush on her clit I began to rotate it left and right, over and over again.

I soon had Buffy squirming again but I realized I was about to lose her. I removed the brush and saw the slightest tipping of her hips as she subconsciously tried to maintain the contact...

I pulled a straight razor from the shelf and levered it open. I let it reflect light from the ceiling into her eyes for a moment. Then before Buffy could say anything or react, I inserted my knuckles into her sex and my thumb on her mons. She jumped and I told her to sit still, waving the razor, not a threat but a warning that it was sharp.

I pulled the skin taut and began to shave her. Every stroke took off a swath of hair which was sent down the drain in the rinse water. I knuckled Buffy's pussy flesh between each stroke of the razor making sure her clit was under constant stimulation. My knuckles became wet and slick with not only the soap but her now copious lubrication.

When her mound was clean I shifted my attention to her libia, grasping each lip between my thumb and fingers, pulling and tugging and scraping.

I confirmed that my dear Buffy was a still a virgin when I dipped a finger deeper into her and encountered her intact hymen. She started at the contact but I removed the offending digit and continued the shave. I knew I'd have it later. But now I wanted to continue manually stimulating her... get Buffy to spend if I could but keep her panting all through the shave... and through the next part of her tryout as well.

I took my time with the shave and when I had finally gotten the last hair off the last inch of skin, I took a soft cloth diaper I keep for just this purpose and rinsed the last of the soap from Buffy's pussy, paying particular attention to "buff" her clit and now sensitized lips.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Buffy

Buffy was too embarrassed to answer when the coach asked her what she didn't mean to do. The brush kept swirling around and she fought against the wonderous feeling of it on her slit.

Must not... not right... The chant ran through Buffy's head as she tried to convince herself she couldn't let her orgasm explode.

Finally coach removed the brush and grabbed the razor. If she thought the pleasurable torment was over, she was mistaken. Before putting the blade to her skin, his knuckles dug into her sex and she jumped. Admonishing her to stay still, Coach waved the razor in silent warning of what might would happen were she to move with a sharp blade so close to her sex.

With every stroke of the shiny blade, his fist ground into her pussy and clit. Buffy knew her juices were running from the constant stimulation, but she couldn't help it. Her body's response was natural and automatic and there was nothing she could do about it.

Her mounds was now completely bare and the coach pulled and stretched her nether lips to get all the hair from the nooks and crannies of her sex. Buffy couldn't help but jump when a finger slipped inside her virginal hole. She knew it was wrong.. but god it felt so good.

Once the shave was done, he took a soft cotton cloth and wiped her clean. Her body tensed as it rubbed her swollen clit. The torment was torture as she tried not to move... tried not to rock her hips against the cloth.

 

[ozme52]

Coach Wilcox

I could see Buffy was trying to control herself, to not come. But handling her wet pussy like this was beginning to get to me as well. Time to move on. I wanted to sink my cock into her and it wasn't going to happen this way.

"Okay Buffy. I think you look much better now. Neat and clean."

I gave her clit a couple more strokes and removed my hand, watching her chest rise and fall with her heavy breathing.

"Hop on down." As Buffy lifted each foot from each drawer, I closed it and let her lower her legs. I stepped back and let her hop down. Her thong was still on the floor and she squatted down to pick it up. From the look on her face I was pretty sure she was somewhat surprised by how her pussy must have felt without the customary hair on it. She had to feel the coolness of the air on her naked lips.

With the thong in her grip Buffy looked up as she started to rise and realised she was eye level with my crotch and that my shorts were tented out.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Buffy

Finally the shaving was over and Coach Wilcox let Buffy hop down off the counter. As her feet hit the floor, she had to grab onto the counter for a moment because her legs were shaky from the constant attention given her pussy during the shave. As she knealt to pick up her thong, she marveled on how different her pussy felt without hair.

Normally, she paid no attention to anything down there, but with no hair, it seemed much more sensitive. The air flowing over the bare skin felt so cool.

She picked up the thong and started to rise, when she came face to face with his crotch. His cock bulged against the fabric of his shorts. Buffy had never seen a man so obviously turned on before.

Standing the rest of the way up, she stammered, "Did I cause that?"

 

[ozme52]

Coach Wilcox

"Yes you did Buffy. You can't believe I was unaffected by your beauty." I always feel a little flattery can go a long way.

I took her by the hand and led her from the bathroom and down the hall. I eased the thong out of her hand,

"You won't be needing that for a while." and led her down to the basement where I had my private gym set up. I walked over to the weight bench and took some of the weights off.

"Some of the stunts we do require a lot of strength. Lie down on the bench and let's see how much weight you can bench press." Buffy straddled the leather bench, sat down, and leaned back. I knew she had felt more new sensations on her newly bald snatch.

Plus the cheerleader skirt had ridden up and barely covered her crotch from my sight... and not at all as I looked at her in the mirror on the opposite wall. Buffy reached up to take the bar and I stepped into a position to spot her. Of course this gave her a clear view of my still turgid cock and my balls, up my pant leg.

I lifted and set the bar into her hands before she realized it and she 'oomphed' slightly as she took up the weight. Buffy's tits stood high as her pecs worked against the weight. I watched her thighs flex under the strain as well as her belly and abdomen. Buffy's bald snatch gaped under the strain of her flexing leg muscles.

Buffy's teeth were gritted with effort as she began doing bench presses. I manuvered over her head so that when a drop of precum fell from my cock, it fell directly into her straining mouth.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Buffy

[OOC: arrghh.. stupid board... logged me out while I was typing, so I lost the entire post.]

Buffy wasn't sure why it was necessary for her to keep her panties off. Not wearing any was not a normal part of the routine of a cheerleader. She was beginning to realize things at this college were a bit different than she expected.

She straddled the bench and sat, the leather cool against her bare heated pussy. She lay back, waiting for him to make sure the weights were adjusted properly. As she reached up to take the bar, her eyes looked up and saw his heavy ball sac and what looked to be a large cock through the gap in his shorts leg.

Her preoccupation with the sight of his cock kept her from noticing when he dropped the bar and she grunted as it landed in her hands. She strained under the weight as she struggled to pump the bar, not wanting to fail, afraid it would keep her from making the squad.

Her head jerked slightly when a drop of something sweet and salty landed on her tongue. What on earth was that? At first she thought it might have been some of the sweat rolling down her face, but she decided it couldn't be because sweat didn't taste sweet.

As she worked the weights, her eyes traveled back up to peek at his heft cock straining against the material of his shorts. Surprised, she saw a shimmer pearl of liquid forming from the slit in the plump head. She watched in fascination as it beaded and then fell, falling down to land on the very same spot on her tongue.

She couldn't decide how she felt about what had happened. She knew enough about human anatomy to know it was precum that had fallen into her mouth. It did excite her to know that she had that much effect on him. He must be quite aroused if precum was oozing from his cock.

The thought of him being excited because of her body turned her on and her body suffused with even more heat as it pumped against the weights. Pumping of another kind had invaded Buffy's mind as she wondered what it would be like to have his cock sliding inside her hot pussy.

 

[ozme52]

Coach Wilcox

I watched as she tasted the first and then the next drops of precum that had fallen into her mouth. She could easily see what it was and where it was coming from and didn't object. If anything she worked the weights harder. I could see her thighs flexing with the effort.

I took the weight and helped her seat it on the rack. I helped her up and took her to the mat, dropping to my knees and pulling her down in front of me.

"Now we see if you're really ready to follow all my orders Buffy. This is the final test before you get a tryout. All the cheerleaders have to prove they can be as entertaining off the field as on the field. Do you understand Buffy. It's how I get the best out of my players. It's how I get grants and funding from the alumni."

I untied the knot on Buffy's blouse, releasing her tits and taking then into my hands again. My thumbs caressed her nipples.

"Kiss me Buffy. Prove you deserve to be on this team."

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Buffy

Buffy sighed in relief when the coach placed the bar back on the rack and then led her to the mat and pulled her down in front of him. Confusion marched across her face at his next words.

"Now we see if you're really ready to follow all my orders Buffy. This is the final test before you get a tryout. All the cheerleaders have to prove they can be as entertaining off the field as on the field. Do you understand Buffy. It's how I get the best out of my players. It's how I get grants and funding from the alumni."

His hands came up and untied her top, exposing her large breasts to the cool air of the room. The stark contrast of the temperature of her body and the air in the room immediately made her nipples stiffen. She gasped slightly when Coach's hands cupped her breasts and his thumbs grazed across her hard peaks.

"Kiss me Buffy. Prove you deserve to be on this team."

Buffy sat on her knees, his words churning through her mind. Does he mean what I think? Does "entertainment off the field" mean the cheerleaders provide sexual favors? It definitely seemed to Buffy that's what he was alluding to. It would explain the shave, the even skimpier than normal uniform, and the familiarity he was showing to her body.

Do I want this badly enough to give up my body for it?? My virginity? Thoughts of what would happen if she didn't floated through her head. Word would get around she'd been rejected for the squad. She'd be an outcast. She's have very few friends... and no interest from the type of guys she was interested in.

"Sir... may I ask a question before fulfilling your request?"