TwinsChapter 4 Cheerleader Blues Part I
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Reginald Pendergrast was exhausted. He had spent nearly fourteen hours at school and he was glad to finally be home. He threw his briefcase onto the kitchen table and loosened his tie as he walked into his bedroom. He removed his tie and was about to walk to the bed to open the wardrobe when he noticed it was already open.
That was his first shock.
The second was spying the young blonde girl standing in front of the open doors. She was clad in a leather dominatrix outfit and held a whip in her right hand. He watched her take a few steps towards him then stand on her 6-inch stiletto heels with her legs slightly apart.
"Who are you?" asked the slightly startled Principal.
"Shut up," she growled and cracked the whip for emphasis.
Reginald found that he was growing hard as the young woman glared at him.
She looked him up and down then cracked her whip again.
"Strip, slave," she demanded.
Reginald Pendergrast, Principal of Piedmont High and teacher for over 25 years started to undress.
Coach Baxter was sitting in a bar, nursing his fifth beer for the night. There was not much point in going home, his wife had decided to cut him off. Was it his fault that he preferred anal sex to normal sex? Well yes it probably was but if she had just kept herself in shape then he wouldn't have to fuck her in the arse just too get some sort of sensation. But she claimed it was just too painful and had cut him off entirely.
Bitch.
He had always liked anal sex really. He loved the feeling of sliding into a tight arse. But he wasn't gay.
Nope.
No way.
None of that faggoty stuff for him. Sure some of the boys in his gym classes had nice firm, tight arses but he would never think about fucking them. Well not often anyway.
Okay there was that one time that he had sex with a male student but that hardly counted. He almost looked like a girl anyway. And he was obviously gay. After all, the boy had cum just from being pumped in the arse. There was no way Coach Baxter would allow himself to be fucked in the arse like that so that meant he was definitely not gay. Just because he liked to fuck arses and have his cock sucked by either sex didn't make him gay.
He drained his glass and signalled for another drink when he felt someone sit down beside him. He turned and saw it was that girl that he fucked in the gym the other night. No wait a second, it was the other one. Damn it was hard to tell twins apart. Especially as he was on his sixth beer for the night.
"You're a bit young to be in here aren't you?" he asked.
"I only came in here because I knew you would be here."
"Is that a fact? And why do you want to see me?"
"Well it's about the other night."
"What about it?" His beer arrived and he took a sip before returning his attention the girl.
"Well you left before I could get a taste of that cock of yours."
"You should have said something then." He took another sip and noticed a young man sitting beside him. He appeared to be paying attention to the conversation.
"Can I help you, buddy?"
"No, it's okay. I'm with her."
Baxter turned back to the girl who was now smiling up at him.
"Is that true?"
"Yes. His name is Clifford. He wants to join us."
"Us?"
"Yes us. You do want to fuck my arse don't you?"
"I don't do guys."
"That's not what we heard," said Clifford. He gave the coach a sly grin.
"We heard you liked to fuck guys too. Especially young guys like Clifford here. How about it, Coach? You want to fuck us both? We could go back to Clifford's place. His folks are away for the week. We could spend the whole night sucking and fucking. What do you say, Coach?"
Coach Baxter didn't know what to say. It was a very tempting offer. He drank some more of his beer while he thought it over. His head felt a little fuzzy from the alcohol and it was hard to think properly but he did know one thing for sure. He was horny as hell.
"Okay, what the fuck." He finished his beer in one gulp. "Let's go."
Stacy was really beginning to enjoy herself. After Principal Pendergrast had stripped she had made him put on a collar and leash. Then she had ordered him to get on all fours and she led him around the room like a dog. Every now and then she would give him a quick whip across the buttocks, leaving a red mark with every lash. She noticed that this excited him immensely, judging by the raging hard-on that he was sporting. She went to the wardrobe and swapped the whip for a riding crop.
"What are you going to do with that?" asked Pendergrast, obviously excited by the possibilities.
"I am going to ride you around for a while. My legs are tired. And you better move at a good pace too or you will feel this crop on your arse."
The Principal smiled as he felt the young woman climb onto his back.
"Come on, slave, take me for a ride."
"Yes, Mistress."
Coach Baxter wasn't entirely sure but he thought he was in the back of a taxi. He was having trouble focusing. His vision was blurred and everything appeared to have a dreamlike quality. He slowly moved his head to look at the young couple sitting beside him. They appeared to be watching him and talking to each other.
"Is it working, Clifford?"
"I think so. He looks pretty out of it."
"You sure do come in handy sometimes. Where did you find that drug?"
"I read about it in a newspaper article about date rape. It's called
(censored because author doesn't want people using this drug and then blaming him). First time I heard about it being used on a man though."
"What does it do to him? Will he pass out?"
"Eventually. But for now he is pretty much at our will."
"Good. This is going to be so much fun."
The words made no sense to Baxter. It was just gibberish in a sea of apathy. He didn't give a stuff about anything and when the girl reached over and pinched him he didn't feel a thing.
"So will he remember any of this?"
"No, not a thing."
"And he won't feel anything?"
"Not while he's drugged. Maybe when he comes to."
"Can he get an erection while he's drugged?"
"I doubt it. But don't quote me on that."
"Well there is only one way to find out. Swap places with me."
The two partners in crime swapped over and Tracy placed her hand on the coach's crotch. She started to gently rub her hand up and down.
"Is it working?"
"No, not at all. I will have to try direct contact."
She unzipped the coach's pants and pulled out his cock. Even flaccid it was a big cock. She started to stroke it, trying to get some life out of it. It was all to no avail. The coach's cock was as lifeless as the English Test team.
"Damn, not a thing. You try it, Clifford."
"Who me?"
"Do you see any other Cliffords in here?"
"Well I was hoping the driver might have been named Clifford."
"Is your name Clifford?" Tracy asked the Taxi driver but, as detailed in the international rules governing Taxi and Cab drivers, he could speak no English and just muttered a reply in an obscure accent.
"See? He said his name was Clifford and he won't do it either." Clifford was grasping at straws here.
"He did not. For all you know he could have been asking you if you wanted to buy his goat. Now just do it will you? I want to see if guys get him hard."
Tracy climbed over Coach Baxter and sat on the other side of him, allowing Clifford to get close to him.
"Go on Clifford, just touch him."
"Jesus, the things I do for you," muttered Clifford. He cautiously reached over and touched the coach's dick. He was surprised to see it jump under his touch.
"There see? It worked, Clifford. Keep going."
Clifford looked up at her.
"You can't be serious."
"I want to see you get it hard. Do it for me, Clifford. Please?"
"Shit. That's not fair, you know I would do anything for you."
"Then do this."
Clifford looked back down at the cock then slowly took it in hand. He started to stroke it and was pleased to see it start to swell.
"Get it really hard Clifford. As hard as you can."
"Why? Are you going to fuck him?"
"I might. Does that upset you, Clifford?"
"No," he lied. He hated to admit it but he was falling for Tracy. He decided to do it just because it would make her happy. Clifford went back to work on Coach.
"Is that as hard as you can get it, Clifford? It doesn't look very hard."
"It must be the drug. It just won't get any bigger."
"Try sucking it."
"What?" Clifford looked at her with his mouth wide open.
"Suck it. I do it for you."
"But that's different. If you had a dick I would suck it for you too, but this is Coach."
"Please, Clifford. I really want this."
"Oh God. I can't believe I am even considering this."
"Come on, Clifford. If I mean anything at all to you then you'll suck his dick."
Clifford bent down and opened his mouth to take in the coach's cock. His breath played over the tip and that was all it needed. It sprung to attention, banging off Clifford's teeth.
"Yay Clifford, you did it. Now move back so I can do him." Tracy quickly shucked off her panties and climbed on top Coach. She slowly eased herself down on it, taking her time to get every inch inside her.
Clifford sat back and watched. He could feel himself getting hard as he watched Tracy slide up and down on Coach's big dick. He glanced at the driver and saw that he was watching them in the rear view mirror. He thought about making a comment but decided that he couldn't be bothered. He turned back to watch Tracy but noticed she had stopped.
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