The Cheer Coach

Davistown was a small rural community in Eastern Ohio, the kind of place where nothing really happened. Well, nothing good at least. The only thing of note was the Howard Metzenbaum High School football team, a decently performing team that won a few state championships over the years. Providing moral support for the team was the HMHS cheer squad. All the pretty and popular girls in school got on the team, so how on earth did Lee Ross' daughter get in?

Courtney wasn't an ugly girl at all. She was as beautiful as her mother, but she was certainly not popular. She dressed like a Nirvana groupie and was pretty awkward by her own admission. He was shocked she wanted to be on the team, shocked again that she made it, and still in shock that she was still there three months later.

He parked his car a couple hundred feet from the football field. Even from there, he could hear the faint sound of chanting and an extremely loud, overused pop song playing. Normally, he'd be at work and his wife would be here, but his hours had been adjusted. Now, he had more time in the evening for things like this.

He waited until his car's clock showed 3:45, the time he was supposed to get here, before heading off to get Courtney. He felt the urge to cover his ears the closer he got before the music suddenly kicked off. He could see the cheerleaders start running around the track. He remembered Courtney mentioning once that her coach always made them end practice with a few laps.

She waved at him from a distance and told him she'd be 15 more minutes, so he decided to wait in the bleachers. As he sat there, he noticed the coach eyeing him from a distance. Even from there, he could see her bleach blonde hair and oversized uniform that hid a generous bust. Courtney did mention that her coach had the biggest boobs she'd ever seen. There was something about the coach that stuck out to Lee, but he was struggling to figure out what.

He saw her slowly approach him and he could see more of her sculpted face and injected lips. She'd had work done, but he had to admit she looked somewhat natural. Her chest was a different matter. Even under her oversized shirt, he could tell Courtney was right. They were absolutely massive.

"Are you Lee Ross?" she asked in a twangy, Southern accent.

"Yeah, I am. Courtney's my daughter."

A flood of happiness washed over her. "Oh my gosh, I haven't seen you in years! My name's Andrea Burkhart. You might remember me as Andrea Saylor."

She laughed at Lee's confused expression. "I was that skinny brunette with the glasses. We had a few classes together? We talked sometimes?"

A sudden realization hit Lee. He remembered the shy, awkward Andrea Saylor. He hadn't seen her in nearly two decades and this was the last thing he expected her to look like.

"Wow! You've, uh, you've changed quite a bit, Andrea. How have you been?"

"I've been great," she said as Lee walked down the bleachers to meet her. "After high school, I married a friend of my dad's. He was a well-off dentist who financed my little transformation. I'd always hated how I looked, especially my flat chest, and decided to become a completely different person."

"You're 100% unrecognizable."

"Thank you so much! The lips and face stuff were mostly for my husband. Well, ex-husband. All I cared about was having big boobs."

"You're divorced?"

Andrea sighed. "Yeah, turns out a 50 year old man who married a 19 year old he'd known since she was a child isn't exactly looking for love. My husband divorced me after I turned 35. I got face surgery and lip enhancement to try to keep him. Didn't work. Although, I did really like the lip enhancements."

"You're very, uh, forthcoming."

"That's because you're an old friend, Lee! Besides, high school sucked for me. All the guys ignored me and I couldn't really make friends. I was also bullied by this psychopathic bitch for my flat chest. You were one of the few bright spots in my life back then. That's probably why I had a massive crush on you. I guess there's some things about me that haven't changed."

"You did?"

"Of course. Lee, you'd talk to me. You weren't mean to me. I know I wasn't one of your closest friends or probably even a friend, but my day was always brighter if you were there. Besides, you were so handsome. Absolutely gorgeous."

"I don't know. My wife says I was a pudgy dork back then."

"Well, maybe she doesn't appreciate you like I do."

Lee glanced over at the track. "Well, it looks like Courtney's almost finished."

"Lee, do you want to meet up tonight? You can come to my place. My daughters won't be home tonight. Cassie will be with friends and Alexa will be staying with her cousin. We'll have the whole house to ourselves."

"I don't know..."

"Come on! It'll be so much fun. I can make you a nice dinner, we can catch up, and we can gossip about our classmates. I have been dying to spill some tea."

Lee rolled it over in his head. He knew it was a bad decision, but he was in the mood to make some. "Sure, why not?"

She jumped up and down in excitement. Her cheerleaders stopped to stare at the odd sight. "You'll love it. Here's my number. Text me when you leave the house. I'll send you my address."

She gave Lee a goodbye hug and went back to her coaching. She gave him a cute wave as he took Courtney back to the car. On the way back home, Lee wondered if he made the right decision. He and his wife were at a low point in their marriage, a marriage already growing dull and tired after fifteen years.

"Dad?" Courtney asked.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Ms. Burkhart was totally flirting with you, wasn't she?"

"Was she? I didn't notice. You know I've always been oblivious to these kinds of things."

#

Andrea's house was an exquisite sort-of-mansion in one of the richer parts of Davistown. It was a white, brick, suburban style house with two garages and a built-in pool on a couple of acres of land. It was far better than anything Lee could afford.

He'd spent most of the day anguishing over whether or not to come here. He'd never have an affair. He was a good person. He convinced himself this really was just a meeting of old friends.

Andrea greeted him in a plunging black dress. The top was two long strips coming from her shoulders that barely covered her enormous breasts. The oversized coach sweatshirt had hidden so much. Each one was like its own planet. Underneath that was a silvery band around her waist that emphasized the curvature of her hips. The bottom of the dress was covered in sparkling bits that reminded him of stars. With her hair washed of the sweat and dirt of the day and hanging down her back, she looked a little like an adult Barbie doll.

"Sorry, I didn't realize this would be something formal."

"Oh, you don't need to worry about that, Lee. I have a few of my ex-husband's tuxedos that you can wear. They've been begging to be wrapped around the body of a real man. That's something we both have in common."

The interior of her house was like something out of a magazine. Polished, clean linoleum; high-end furniture, marble countertops in the kitchen. The air had the strong, permeating scent of pumpkin spice.

"You like it? I got it in the divorce. It's paid off and everything. I laid a few tuxes on my bed. Pick out whichever one you like."

She led him to the master bedroom and left him alone for a few minutes. He could still back out now, he knew. But, part of him wanted to see how the night played out.

He picked a tux that was a little tight but comfortable. He could tell it was made from an expensive material. He could never afford something like this.

"Oh, you look so handsome!" she exclaimed as he left the room. "But that's not hard for you, is it? Anyway, I made us a beef wellington with a side of baked mac and cheese. A lil' fancy mixed with a lil', well, not fancy."

Lee found the meal delicious and the wine she provided was some of the best he'd ever drunk, but he had trouble eating. He could feel her eyes on him and, besides that, he couldn't resist the urge to sneak a peek as her generous cleavage. He could practically see her surgery scars and could even tell that she went for more natural implants rather than bolt-ons.

"Lee, you can look."

"Huh?"

"You don't think I can tell you're staring at my boobs? Go ahead. That's why I got them. I love when guys look. Growing up, I really hated myself. I know that hating your small boobs is normal for a teenager and it's something you grow out of. For me, it was an all-consuming hatred. Every day, I cried because they were so small. It didn't help that I had this bully, this redheaded little whore, who would pick on me for them. And I'm not talking about normal bullying. This bitch was a psychopath. She-she once took a knife and cut underneath my breast to 'see where my boobs were.' That scar you see? That's not a surgery scar. My surgeon is an artist. That's from her. I hate her. I hate her so much. But, anyway. Getting implants was great. I love them so much. I literally have a mirror in my room just so I can admire them. I am highkey obsessed with them."

"Who was this girl by the way?"

"Shania Rogers. I know everyone acted like she was this perfect little angel, but I know she's a fucking psycho."

Lee felt his heart almost stop. His body froze. Shania was his wife. He'd never heard of her doing anything like that, but it didn't seem like Andrea was lying.

She noticed his sudden silence. "She's your wife, isn't she?"

Lee snapped to reality. "Yeah, how did you know?"

"You froze in terror when I said her name. A pretty natural reaction from my experiences with her. I'm a smart girl, Lee. You think just because I look like a bimbo that must mean I'm stupid? I have two Master's degrees. Being a rich man's trophy wife has some perks. Mainly having way too much time. But, in a way, I'm glad she's your wife."

"Why?"

"Because now I'm not going to feel bad about anything we do later tonight. Well, I wasn't anyway to be honest. I lost my soul a long, long time ago when your wife tried to maim me. Today is going to be the best day of my life. I get to fuck my high school crush and get revenge on that psycho bitch."

"I'm a married man," Lee pleaded. It was the last remnant of his humanity speaking.

"So are a lot of the men I've been with. Let me tell you a secret, Lee. When I was married, my husband passed me around to his rich friends. Maybe that's why he was so willing to help me get bigger titties. I don't think I've ever slept with a man who wasn't married. But, I don't want this to be a simple affair, Lee. I've had enough of those. I still have a deep, burning crush on you. I don't just want to sleep with you. I want you."

She sat in Lee's lap and unhooked the back of her dress. Her massive, bulbous breasts stood there in their naked, sculpted glory inches from his face. "I've literally dreamed of this moment, Lee. Please fuck me"

Lee knew this was the hottest thing he'd experienced in decades of marriage. He also knew he couldn't resist anymore. He gave her soft, rose pink areola a little kiss that went a shiver through her body. "Ok, but not here in the kitchen. Take me to your bedroom. And I want the full experience. Show me everything you can do."

She shoved her tongue deep into his mouth. "Lee, you will be getting an experience few men will ever even come close to having. By the end of the night, if you haven't thought about divorcing that bitch, I didn't do my job properly."

In her bedroom, Andrea undressed before Lee could even take his shoes off. Her body was much more natural than he expected. It didn't look like a surgeon had ever even touched it. Except, of course, her huge tits. They were far larger than her body would've ever allowed but they had a natural shape and sagged a little. Only the size told you they weren't natural.

Lee started to take the jacket off before Andrea stopped him. "Leave everything on. I'm not going to let you lift a finger. I'm your obedient, lil' cocksleeve tonight. All you need to do is talk and stay hard. I'll do everything else. Sit on the bed, please."

"You know," she said as she got on her knees and started untying his shoes. "When we were in high school, I fantasized about you all the time. I used to fuck myself silly thinking about you going to town on my pussy. Say, Lee, how tolerant are you about freakiness? I mean real freakiness, not the shit you hear about in songs."

"I'm not exactly vanilla. Weird me out as much as you can. You're not going to scare me off."

"I'm holding you to that."

Andrea peeled off his sock and planted a trail of kisses from the heel of his foot up his sole to the top of his foot. She sucked on his toes for a few minutes. It didn't seem like she was putting on a show to unnerve him. She was genuinely into it.

"I've never seen a woman do that."

"You've never had real sex then. Your whore wife must be really boring."

She undid his pants and slowly pulled them down, savoring the moment as much as she could. Lee's dick tried desperately to bust out of its cloth prison. Andrea never thought she'd be this close to it or the reason it was hard. She was beyond excited.

Her trail of kisses continued from his foot up one leg to his thighs before going back and doing the same to the other leg. She then drowned his crotch and thighs in a rain of kisses.

"Sorry, Lee," she apologized in her Southern, melodic voice. "I've wanted this to happen for so long. I want to savor it."

"No need to apologize," he said as he pet her head. She gently sucked his fingers. "I've never had my cock worshipped before. It's hot as fuck."

She licked his dick through the fabric of his boxer briefs, a single lick from his balls to waistband. It sent a wave of euphoria through his entire body. She did it again and again, getting faster and faster. He dug his nails into her mattress from the sheer pleasure. He wondered what that mouth was capable of if just her tongue could do this to him.

She stopped to tear his boxer briefs off of him. Standing before her in all its pale glory was the dick she'd wanted all her life. Eight thick inches she she craved more than anything.

She wanted to continue her slow ascent up his body, a demonstration of her subservience to and desire for him. But here it was, the cock she'd thought all throughout high school. It was more beautiful than she'd ever imagined. Before she knew it, every inch was stretching the walls of her throat and she could feel his pubic hair.

She looked up at him with pleading eyes, seeking his approval to go on with her task. "Go ahead," he told her. "Shania could never do that. Suck my soul out."

With her man's approval, Andrea began an aggressive sucking that sent shockwaves through Lee's body. She applied an equal amount of sucking and tongue. Every inch that made it through the gauntlet of her mouth had to deal with her tight, python-like throat that could swallow every inch easily. The familiar ebb and flow of pleasure was more intense with her than with Shania.

Her bobbing was so fast all he could see was a bleach blonde blur. But he could tell she was staring into his eyes intensely. He could see her ravenous desire for him, almost read her mind. "You belong to me now."

She suddenly stopped and deepthroated him, pushing herself further and further until all he could see was the back of her head. She began using the swallowing muscles in her throat to envelope and massage him, an intense pleasure that forced him yell out. It was like she was jerking him off with just her throat.

He put a strong hand on the back of her head. He intended to keep her down there as long as he wanted. To his surprise, the hand wasn't needed. She was comfortable with her throat stuffed with dick. She was pushing him to the edge but always stopped. He knew what to do.

"Go ahead, baby," he said as he ran his fingers through her hair. "You've done a great job."

Her throat massage was far more aggressive this time and didn't hesitate to push him past the edge. He get ft his orgasm building up and up until he felt a deep warmness and let out a breathy sigh. His cock pumped thick ropes into Andrea's. She stayed there as long as he needed until several minutes after he finished.

"You are something else, Andrea," he said as she gently removed him from her warm mouth.

"You deserve something else. A man like you is too precious to be with some boring bitch. So, are you going home or do you want to find out what this pussy can do?"

She leaned back and spread her legs, exposing the tight, pink slit between them. "I'm not leaving until I use every one of your holes. I need to try it before I buy it. Did you know Shania hates anal?"

"I've heard that from a lot of married men. It just so happens I love having my ass used like a fleshlight."

"How devoted are you to me?"

"I don't know. You have something you want to do to me?"

"Follow me."

Andrea followed Lee to the bathroom where he ordered her to get on her knees. "You're going to do something for me that Shania would never do in a million years."

"I know what you're planning, Lee, and I'll do it on one occasion. For the rest of the night, I get to call you Daddy."

"As long as you mean it."

"That's your decision. I want you all to myself. I'll call you Daddy after every fucking sentence if you divorce that cunt."

"Open your mouth and we have a deal."

Andrea beamed and dutifully opened her mouth. Lee began positioning himself and grabbed her face in his big, strong hands. He spat a big glob of spit into her awaiting mouth before chasing it down with his piss. The pain in his bladder slowly faded as she swallowed every ounce. She must chug a lot of beer, he thought. She swallowed it almost as fast as it came out.

He held her face in his hands for minutes after he finished. He'd never realized how pretty she was. He leaned forward and kissed her. She raised up and held him close, continuing their ravenous kissing. Her huge tits made it a little awkward, but they managed to have a deep, intimate moment.

"You're so beautiful. I want you so bad," Lee found himself saying.

"I've wanted you to say that all my life. I love you, Lee. I don't give a shit if it's a virgin thing to say. It's true."

"You think we could fuck in the bathtub?"

"Think? I know. I've done it a million times"

Lee pinned her down in the bathtub and began sensually licking and nibbling on her soft, pink nipples. "Fuck, I love these titties. They're perfect. I want to drown in them"

"They're yours, Daddy. You can use them as a pillow tonight if you stay over. They're (fuck) they're really soft. My ex-husband loved sleeping between them."

Once he had his fill of her tits, Lee spread her legs open to reveal the tight, pink slit she showed him earlier. It begged for his dick. He stuck two fingers inside and revelled in the warm stickiness inside.

He held his fingers out which she licked clean. He ran his head up and down the slit before suddenly pushing in and going as far as he could. She sighed out a high-pitched moan.

He helped lift her legs up so her feet were right next to his ears. He pushed her forward until his hands were anchored on the bathroom wall and her knees were pushing against her breasts.

"Ready, baby? I hope you can take a pounding."

"Ready, Daddy. Make this pussy yours."

"Who owns this pussy?" Lee shouted.

"You do, Daddy."

"Louder!"

"Fuck! You own this pussy, Daddy! It belongs to you. It always has. It was made for your dick."

"You liked the taste of my piss?"

"Yes, Daddy. I loved it. You own me. I'll do anything for you."

Lee stopped to change positions. This time, he laid against the tub with her riding him. He had to keep his head between her tits to avoid being smothered by them. He realized she wasn't lying. They were incredibly soft. He sensually kissed her chest.

He felt her pull his hair back. He looked up and barely had time to breathe before she shoved her tongue down his throat. He held her close and relished in her loving kiss.

Soon, he felt the build up of an orgasm. He knew he wouldn't last too long the second time. His eyes rolled back in his head as he felt a great bursting sensation followed by intense warmness and release. They looked directly into each other's eyes while it happened.

Lee realized that it was getting late and gave Andrea a kiss. "Are you coming back next week?" she asked.

"And probably every other week after that."

On the drive home, he thought about what excuse he'd come up with to explain his lateness. His mind also drifted to the affair. He loved Shania at one point. Maybe he still did. Yet he didn't feel bad about what just happened. He felt satisfaction.