Bus rides and football

Beep, beep, beep.

"Okay class, have a good weekend," you call out as the bell rings. Staying at your desk, you watch as they bolt to their feet, quickly emptying out the classroom.

Taking your time, you gather up the work you're taking home for the weekend. Putting it all in your briefcase, you shut it with a click. Getting up, you slip your phone into your pocket. Pausing, you take one last look around your classroom.

Not seeing anything, you exit the classroom, locking the door. Walking down the hallway, you check your watch, seeing that you have 45 minutes till everyone needs to be on the charter bus.

Walking through the halls, you make your way to the auditorium. Upon entering, you see that Maddie had the team clustered on the left side of the room. With the band taking up the right side. You didn't see Reese or any of his players, but you imagine they were gathering their equipment in the gymnasium.

Looking around, you spy Maddie sitting near the stage with a woman in her mid-30s who, in your view, had a few too many shots of Botox in her lips. That must be Kerri Marellies's mom, who was one of the two chaperones for the trip.

"Hi, I'm Sandra Marelli, Keralyn's mother," she said in greeting as you walked over. Shaking her hand, you study the woman, finding her a little odd. "Maybe her husband is into the fish look," you think to yourself.

"Thanks for agreeing to come along, Sandra. I appreciate it." The two of you chat for a couple minutes before you excuse yourself. "What a vapid excuse of an adult," you think to yourself.

Judging by the way Maddie had been rolling her eyes and hiding her smile, you had a sneaking suspicion she was of the same mind. Getting up, Maddie walked over to you, handing you the itinerary.

Scanning it, your eyes kept going off the paper to look at your assistant coach. Sometime after the second hour, Maddie had changed out of her signature tracksuit. She was now clad in a maroon blouse, with black slacks and a black jacket. Leaning against the stage, the blonde noticed every time your eyes left the paper to roam her body.

Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she leaned in whispering. "Don't worry; once we're on the bus, you can ogle me all you want."

You were about to reply when out of the corner of your eye. You caught Jennifer and Conseula coming through the doors.

Turning your head, you watched the two women descend the ramp. Jennifer, like the rest of the team, was wearing the school's two-piece cheer uniform that showed off her firm belly. Of course your eyes wander down to the hem of the short skirt. Because of her antics, you knew she'd been prancing around sans underwear. Jennifer's eyes twinkled as her gaze met yours. Smirking, in the middle of the room, she drew her skirt up a couple inches. Startled, you were about to say something when she dropped the hem, winking at you.

Shaking your head, you turned your attention to Conseula. Housekeeper, undocumented immigrant, sometime sex ****, and holder of an expensive and very real-looking fake I.D.

Of course the woman would look gorgeous dressed in a potato sack. Instead, she was rocking leather pants that looked painted on with knee-high boots and a black turtleneck.

"Ladies," you nod to the women.

Conseula, who hadn't seen you last week, stepped up to you and ran her fingers up your arm. "Mnnnnn, professor, it's been too long," she purred. Her eyes were two shimmering pools that, if you weren't careful, would suck you in. Leaning down, you kiss her cheek, despite wanting to do so much more. "Thanks for coming on this trip."

Stepping back before the saucy beauty tried to further scandalize you, you took a moment and introduced her to Maddie. Watching them talk, you were, on the one hand, glad to see that Maddie wasn't intimidated by the woman's world-class looks. But on the other, you were amused that Maddie had no idea what to make of the Columbian sex pot.

Content to listen to them talk, you kept scanning the room until you saw Dean come in from the hallway. You tap Maddie on the shoulder as you interrupt. "Sorry to break this up, but it looks like the buses might be ready."

Excusing yourselves, you and Maddie intercept him, and he tells you just that. You thank them before turning around to address the squad. "Okay, girls, the bus is here. Grab your bags, and let's boogie."

You hear some snickers at you using the word boogie. But they all get up and gather their things. You grab your duffle bag as the team starts filing past the two of you. Looking across the room, you saw the band was also lining up when Maddie tapped your shoulder.

Her eyes twinkled as she looked at Jennifer and Conseula. "She's a housekeeper..."

Flashing a smile, you lean over and find yourself repeating what Jennifer once told you. "She is and isn't. It's complicated."

"Is it now?" she murmured. Her smile turned devilish as she whispered, "I bet you're slipping it to her." Shaking your head, you reply, "And if I am?" Shouldering her bag, Maddie stepped out, passing in front of you. You feel her fingers brush your growing erection as she whispers in parting, "I hope we can share her sometime."

You inwardly groan as you position your duffle bag to hide your physical reaction. As Nidia Garcia, the last of the team, passes you, you fall in behind her as you make your way out to the waiting charter buses. Turning into the main hall, you hear the girls start yelping and carrying on. Soon enough you see why. It was raining, not too terribly hard, but a good drizzle. Pausing at the doors, you reach into the duffle bag and retrieve your raincoat. Putting it on, you pick up your stuff and head out into the weather.

The girls who were screaming and carrying on when frantically throwing their bags into the bus's luggage compartment. You calmly posted yourself at the steps to make sure all the girls got on board safely.

Other than getting wet, they weren't having any issues when you heard Coach Reese, two buses over, launch into a profanity-laced crashout.

"I HOPE TO FUCK YOU FORGETFUL FUCKS GOT EVERYTHING BECAUSE GOD HELP YOU IF YOU FORGOT ANYTHING!"

Shaking your head, you mutter, "What an ass." As the last cheerleaders hit the steps up, the bus driver closes up the luggage compartment. Task done, the two of you head up the steps inside. Nodding to him, you shake his hand, saying, "We are now in your care."

You were looking down the row when Jennifer waves from the back, calling out, "Sit back here with us, Mr. Clarkson."

Chuckling, you call back, "Fine, you win."

Making your way down the aisle, you hear the driver take his seat before closing the doors on the bus. "If everyone could please take your seat, we'll be pulling out," crackled over the intercom.

Jennifer was sitting up against the window three rows from the back. Catching your gaze, she patted the seat next to her, silently mouthing, "Sit next to me, Daddy." You go ahead and plop down next to her as you hear the air brakes hiss. The bus shuddered as it slowly started moving. Sitting back, you were content to just sit there as you left the parking lot, making for the interstate. Quickly things quieted down as most of the girls pulled out their phones or talked quietly amongst each other. A few even started in on their homework.

Sitting there next to your head cheerleader and lover. You couldn't help but wonder what she was up to. Trying to act nonchalant, you picked up your briefcase to retrieve the coaching binder Maddie had made you.

Click. Click.

Opened the latches on your briefcase. You were about to open it when Jennifer let out a low, sultry laugh as her hand covered yours.

Her eyes twinkled as she leaned close. Whispering in your ear, "Daddy, have you ever heard the saying, 'What happens on the bus stays on the bus'?"

"What's..." you whisper before turning your head and almost swallowing your tongue. Cocking her head, Jennifer flashed her trademark smirk at you. At the same time, her offhand flipped up her skirt. Baring herself from the waist down. She still hadn't put on any form of underwear.

"Fuck," you whispered as your eyes were glued to her hairless twat. Letting your hand go, she playfully ran her fingertips along your arm. "I freshly shaved last night, Daddy. I hope you like it. My pussy has been soooooo hungry since you fed it on Wednesday," she playfully panted.

Your mouth was a desert as you fought the simultaneous desire to throttle the vixen. While at the same time wanting to tear off your pants, audience be damned. Thoughts of sinking your cock into the tight slice of heaven between her thighs were strangling your reason. Your hands were unsteady as you managed to. Sit your briefcase down instead of dropping it. You find your voice hissing, "Jennifer, are you fucking crazy?"

Her giggle taunted you as she scooted forward on her seat, perching her ass precariously on the edge. Her smile was maddening as she spread her legs in the cramped space. Bending her leg, she laid it across your lap. As if your hands had a mind of their own, you grab her leg right behind her knee, allowing her to fully spread her lips, exposing her cunt's dewy pink interior.

"Fucking crazy..." she purred. "I was a sweet girl until you filled me up with your naughty jizz. Now I'm letting you turn me and my teammates into your personal breeding harem. Of course I'm crazy," she coyly added. "Mmmmnmnnnn," she moaned as she rolled her hips as if daring you to touch her kitty. The need to touch, to sink yourself into her, was immense, building with every throb of your cock. "Those pesky little morals again..." she hummed. "Preventing you from doing what we both want." A tiny whimper of surrender escapes from you as your hand starts inching its way up her inner thigh. Triumph flares in her eyes as she slowly sinks two fingers into her tight honey pot. "Isn't watching this sooo much better than reading a book or watching YouTube?"

It was insanity, is what it is. There were more than 40 cheerleaders, not counting the bus driver or Kerrie's mom. Her pussy was just too enticing as you kept inching towards the paradise between her well-toned thighs. Inches from the promised land, Jennifer giggled and, in a movement that set your nerves screaming, withdrew her fingers and closed her legs.

"Gnnnnkkkkkk," slipped out as air **** itself from your lungs. You'd had blue balls before, but the sudden ache that erupted from them set you to grinding your teeth. Jennifer's smirk was maddening, and what made it worse was you couldn't do anything about it.

Skidding back on her seat caused her skirt to lower enough to hide her perfect peach from anyone looking. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she murmured even though that smirk said she wasn't one bit sorry. You look away, and Jennifer softly says, "Don't be like that, Daddy. I'm just getting you pumped up for the real fun later tonight at the hotel."

You turn back to your head cheerleader, growling. "Still making plans without telling me again."

Her eyes twinkled as she placed her hand over her heart. "Me, making plans without telling you. Would I really do that?"

No matter how maddening she could be. It just wasn't in you to stay mad at her. Leaning down, you whisper. "In a fucking heartbeat, little girl. Now, did your cock teasing have a purpose? Or was it solely to amuse you?"

"It is amusing how well I can't get you going," she whispered. Jennifer then lifted herself up and made a thumbs up. Curiously, you see Maddie, who has been sitting next to Janice Jenson, another one of your seniors, nod. Despite the bus moving. She slid out of the seat, coming into the back and sitting down just across the aisle from you. Noticing Maddie was holding a small binder. In a low voice you asked, "Okay, Maddie, what have you two been cooking up?"

"I haven't cooked up anything, Jason," Maddie replied with a devious smile. "She came to me, and I'm just a happy collaborator."

Jennifer hooked a finger under your chin, turning you to look at her. "You see, Daddy, to save on costs the school puts us cheerleaders four to a room." Reaching across you, she takes the binder from Maddie's outstretched hand.

"What does that have to do with me... Ohhhh," you leave off as it hits you. You must be in a room by yourself.

Jennifer placed her hand on your thigh before leaning forward. "You see it, don't you, Daddy?" Her eyes positively sparkled as she whispered to you. "You're the only male adult here, and you're not sharing a room with anyone."

"Is that true?" you ask, glancing at Maddie.

Maddie nods, elaborating, "Coach Reese demanded that you not share a room with any of his people."

"Same with the band director. He and Reese are friends," Jennifer finished.

Beth Anne had asked you earlier about visiting your room. You hadn't said yes, but you had assumed you'd be bunking with another teacher. Nodding at the binder, you ask, "What's that then?"

"Oh, I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise," she demurred. Handing it to you, you felt a lot of trepidation as you opened the binder. Stunned, you looked at the first 8' and 10" glossy pictures staring up at you.

Jennifer was on her bed. Wearing just her cheer skirt. Staring into the camera, she was licking her lips while her legs were in the air, spread all the way. The picture had a caption, "Let me be your party favor, Daddy."

The binder closes with a pop as you quickly look around to see who might be looking. "You were carrying this around all day?" You urgently whispered.

Jennifer's smile was unrepentant as she replied, "Well, how else would I carry it, silly?"

Closing your eyes, you silently count to ten. "Jennifer..." you whisper, only for her to shush you with a finger. "No one saw anything they shouldn't have."

Sighing... you grouse, "That's not the point, and you know it. If anyone saw those and started asking questions, we were cooked."

Jennifer just stared at you for a full minute before whispering. "You know, most of the team thinks we're fucking."

Taken aback, you glance at Maddie, who just nods. "Ha ho how... why..."

Jennifer pokes you in the side, getting your attention. Turning back to her, you're surprised as she leans in, kissing you. Breaking the kiss, she flashed you a smile, murmuring. "Now, no more of that."

You absently nod as she backs off to lean against the side of the bus. "After you made me head cheerleader, a few people griped that I was doing you, but it was only gripes."

Jennifer then taps her hips, drawing her skirt up far enough to flash her pussy for you. "But the bruises, and let's not forget my pool party..." She leaned forward and tapped your thigh. "You know, where you disappeared upstairs. Then Lili and I came down looking freshly fucked."

Jennifer, who was obviously enjoying herself, leaned back against the bus again and leisurely ran her index finger across her chest. "Tina wasn't the only girl who put two and two together..."

Your mouth was suddenly dry as you imagined the sound of a cell door closing behind you. "Who... knows..." you eventually stammer.

Jennifer's smile got bigger and wider. Bringing her finger to her mouth, she gently bit down on the end as she dragged out the moment. "All of them," she purred before sucking on the digit.

Rocking back in your seat, you were floored. "They all knew..." you think to yourself as the alarm builds. You turn back to Maddie, needing confirmation.

Your assistant shrugs while nodding. Leaning over, she whispers. "You'd have to be oblivious or purposely obtuse not to see how their eyes follow you whenever they think you're not looking."

From the row behind you, you hear Jana mutter just loud enough for you, Jennifer, and Maddie to hear. "Oh, Mr. C is certainly oblivious."

Maddie apologetically agrees, saying, "You are pretty oblivious."

"No need to be sad, Daddy," Jennifer interjected. "It's part of what's got them so interested." Jennifer stretches up and points to a gorgeous Black girl near the front. "Even little Miss Purity is interested," Jennifer scoffed.

Sitting back, you wonder out loud. "I just... never thought..."

"Our daddy is so sexy, and he doesn't even know it," Jennifer purred. Reaching out, she poked you again. "Didn't you wonder why every varsity cheerleader dumped their boyfriend in the space of two weeks?" She then burst out into a fit of giggles loud enough that heads were turning to see what was going on. Quieting down, she whispered, "I didn't tell them to do that, regardless of what Coach Reese claims."

"What do I do..." you gasp.

Jennifer gave you the look that said, "Please don't be stupid; I know you're not." "Just sit back, enjoy, and let me do the work." Reaching out, she tapped the binder. "Look those over and tell me who."

Not saying anything, you look out the windows, watching as you speed down the interstate.

"Does the team thinking you were fucking Jennifer actually matter?" You think to yourself. For the better part of two hours you wrestled with that question. The beast was all for it, telling you, "Who cares? This is what we want, so enjoy." Your conscience was, "Don't talk to me; I told you not to do this. So you can stew in your own consequences."

You knew that if you were able to walk away from this, you would have already. Thoughts of not being with your girls. Not feeling their pussies spread as you filled them was a non-starter.

Also, the more a secret spreads, the more likely it will get out. So what to do when it gets out? Then the side of you, the side honed by thousands of hours of strategy games, spoke up. If you know it's eventually going to get out. Then give them something else to look at.

Scanning the bus's interior, an idea began to form. Two or three pregnant cheerleaders wouldn't raise eyebrows. But a dozen would bring questions not only from law enforcement but also from journalists. So how to hide a story of a teacher fucking his students. Give them one of a teacher not only fucking them but also whoring them out.

Slipping your phone out of your pocket, you type out a message with your idea and send it to Jennifer. Glancing at her, you see her get the text and watch her read it. After a moment she turns to you. Her eyes sparkled, and her smile was positively evil. "Good idea," she whispered. "Let's brainstorm later."

Nodding, you settle back into your seat and decide to look at the rest of those pictures. Opening the binder back up, you flip to the second photo to be greeted by Conseula in the same micro bikini she wore at the pool party. She was lying on one of Jennifer's pool chairs. One of her legs was spread, and she'd shoved aside the tiny bit of fabric and was showing off her tight cunt for the camera. In one hand she had a penis pump, and the caption read, "You've ruined this for me."

You take a quick flip through the rest of the pictures, noticing that Krystal and Lili weren't there. "Makes sense," you think to yourself. They live with you and have unfettered access. It might not be fair.

Going back to the third had you biting back a groan. Maddie was on all fours, wearing her old cheerleader outfit. Looking back at the camera, you also saw the pale lips of her pussy on full display with the skirt flipped up over her tight rump. The caption read, "I won't wait forever..."

The fourth picture was of Berh Anne in her slutty cheerleader costume. Whoever was taking the picture was sitting in a chair as the teen was grinding back into them. It immediately took you back to the night in the VIP room. The caption set your veins on fire as blood surged into your cock. "It's almost the time of the month, and I'm out of Plan B."

The fifth picture was no less arousing. Katenya was on a dock at one of the city's various marinas. The teen was wearing a white t-shirt that fell to just below her navel. You could see she wasn't wearing any bikini bottoms in the picture. Kat was hugging a decorative anchor. The caption read, "Still looking for my anchor."

It was getting hard to think as you flipped to the sixth and last picture. Unable to stop it, a groan slipped from you as you stared into Tina Phelps's eyes. The teen was on her knees staring up at the camera. Wearing no clothes, her tight body was on full display. You've thought about her a few times since that encounter in your classroom. Tina had her arms behind her as if she were handcuffed. The caption read, "untouched, unprotected, and needing a daddy."

You close the binder. Letting out a groan as visions of tight teen pussies and pregnant bellies danced in your imagination. Sitting it down on the seat next to you. You were busy fighting your body's reaction when Jennifer tapped on your wrist.

You look over at her as she leans close, whispering. "So who am I sneaking…?"

If you could, you'd have everyone, but two were dominating your mind the most. "Tina and Maddie," you whisper hoarsely.

"Mnnnn soo delicious," she hummed in approval. "I hope you packed your Viagra, because Maddie will drain you dry."

Maddie had told you she wasn't a good girl, but what Jennifer just implied, coupled with Tina, could be a night for the ages.

The rest of the trip seemed to fly by and drag on at the same time. Finally the buses passed into Naples, Florida, and the rain still hadn't let up. Pulling into Naples High School, the buses came to a stop at the main entrance, and you all dashed into the high school.

With two hours to kill till the 9pm game time. Maddie had the girls warm up with a stretch even if it was dangerous to do more than cheer under raincoats and umbrellas. Despite the constant rain, there were people in the stands as you all made your way down to the field. It was quite cold on the sidelines as the team captain gathered at the 50-yard line for the kickoff.

Naples High School had switched over to AstroTurf the previous year. It was supposed to be better than grass, giving better drainage. But it had been raining in the stadium for the better part of 8 hours without cease.

Both sides had trouble moving the ball during the first quarter. Between players slipping, slick hands, and issues seeing the ball in the air. Neither side scores until late in the second quarter when Naples High managed to hit a field goal. Despite the rain, your girls tried their best to fire up the crew. The few that came out. Sadly, all their effort ended up with them soaked and shivering.

With the start of the second half, Naples started off with the ball. They managed to move the ball 30 yards before our defense recovered a fumble on third down. Stoked the offense came back out fired up for the first time since our first game. But on the first snap, tragedy struck. Jacob had taken the snap and was dropping back. Gerald Hannity, the right guard, slipped on the turf, missing his block. Looking the other way, he didn't see the Naples High linebacker barrel through the sudden opening.

You could hear Jacob's shriek of pain as he was piledrived in the ground. The refs blew the whistle and penalized Naples, but the damage was done. You were close enough to hear the doctor tell Reese that he thought all the ligaments in Jacob's right knee had been torn.

After that, whatever your team tried failed. With every three and out, Coach Reese got more and more verbally abusive. The **** didn't let up despite kicking a field goal late in the third to tie the game. Four minutes into the fourth quarter, Naples, on a 3rd and long, managed to connect with a pass to score a touchdown.

Reese lost his shit. He was ranting that he was going to kick them all off the team for being losers and fuck-ups who were too stupid to win. "While this was going on, you watched the head referee go over and talk to the Naples High coach. On the next play Simon Wesker on special teams managed to return the kickoff 8 yards, but Reese treated it as if it was a personal affront. You'd almost had enough when he grabbed the young man by the grill of his helmet. He screamed, "NO FUCKING WONDER NONE OF YOU CUCKS HAVE ANY FUCKING PUSSY."

Apparently that was enough for the head referee. You watched the man march over to Reese. He then spun the man around and announced the coach was ejected for unsportsmanlike conduct. Reese looked like he'd been slapped before he screamed at the referee. "You can't do that."

The head referee just stared at Reese. Contempt was dripping from the man as he countered. "I can, and I did. Furthermore, I'm going to relay everything I heard to the state authorities. "The referee then pointed to the gate. "Leave now, or I'll have the sheriff throw you out."

His assistant coach grabbed his shoulder, saying something. But Reese just shrugged him off, threw his game plan to the ground, and left the stadium. But not before shoving one of his players who wasn't far enough out of the way.

With Reese gone, it was like a weight had been lifted from the team. During the last 10 minutes of the game, the Hurricanes managed a 12-play drive for a touchdown, tying the game. But Naples, with a minute on the clock, managed to get into field goal range. With two seconds left, they snapped the ball. And the kick was good... Naples had won 13 to 10.

It was midnight when your bus pulled into the Best Western and the team got off, retrieving their bags. Jennifer divided the girls up four to a room. With Tina, Beth Anne, and Katenya rooming with her.

Heading to your room. You unlock the door, disappearing inside. Despite your raincoat, you were soaked through. So the first thing you did was peel off your shirt and toss it in the bathroom sink. Grabbing the room towel, you were drying yourself when you heard a knock at the door.