The cheer coaches are setting up for something

Across the field, by the side of the gymnasium, you see a couple of women, clearly not students, setting up folding chairs and a cooler, but you can't see much else from this far away.

The next moment, you are standing across the field, at arm's length from the women, still checking them out. They're both blondes, you're too ignorant to the ways of women to know whether it's dyed or natural, but you do notice a few other basic physical attributes, like they both have perky tits, but one set is fake while the other is probably naturals in a push-up.

The shorter of the two, standing not much higher than five feet in her athletic shoes, is the cheer coach. You can tell from the patch on the breast of her ugly school polo shirt. She has a short, high ponytail that makes her look a little younger than she is, which is probably closing in on 30. Beneath her cotton cheer shorts are a pair of short but smooth, muscular legs, clearly her proudest asset. She's in great shape.

Both of these women have normal, flat, white girl asses, but it's not like you died and went to Booty Twerking Ass-man Universe. You're still naked, so you grab your balls and start massaging your dick back to life and check out the other woman.

She's pretty tall, a few inches more than you, even in her flat-heeled tennis shoes. She's older than the cheer coach, probably a cheerleader's mom or something. She's wearing white capri pants and a peach-colored sleeveless vest. She's got a classic blonde cheerleader bod, or at least she probably did 20 years ago, plus big, fake tits under that vest.

They must have heard you behind them. They both turn around to face you at once. The cheer mom says, "Oh, are you here for the game? It doesn't start for another thirty minutes, but take a seat," she suggests a folding chair next to a table with flyers and school merchandise. "Thanks for coming!"

You're not here for the event though. "Actually I'm here to get my dick sucked."

She turns to face you, standing up as straight as she can, her silicone spheres poking out at you like she's going to shake your hand with them to introduce herself. That should be the custom here, now that you think of it. This is supposed to be heaven, isn't it?

"Oh hi! You must be David! Listen I would love to dive down on your manmeat right away, but we've got a lot of stuff to do to set up, so maybe if ..." you hate the direction she's taking this introduction, so you climb up onto the merch table and smack her with your dick mid-sentence. She stops talking with a curt exhale. She's not full on angry, but she didn't appreciate the cockslap.

"Listen," she starts again, so you cockslap her in the face again. You see her hands ball up into fists, but she stands resolute, and then continues talking, this time taking your cock in her hands at the same time, so you wait to see what she's up to before interrupting again. As she massages your stiff member, she explains, "I can eat your delicious meat all afternoon, young man, but if we don't get these tables and chairs set up, no one will be able to watch the game when it starts. Can't we wait til then," she squeezes you a little harder for emphasis, "for the fellatio/football combo?

"Uhhh, I'm not interested in football, just fellatio." Still standing on the table next to her, your dick at eye level, you poke her in the cheek. Now the cheer coach turns to address you.

"Hi David, I'm coach Mossum, " she extends a hand for shaking, but retracts it when she sees you're not gonna climb down from your perch just to be polite, "today's game might interest you after all. Our Varsity girls will be on the sidelines cheering while two visiting teams compete for the golden Powder Puff Poms!" She pulls a big trophy out of her bag, a golden pedestal with shimmering gold cheer poms at the top, and puts it on the table next to you.

You don't know what Powder Puff means, and you totally don't care about any of that, but even an idiot like you sees the obvious solution here. You've got two women talking to you at once, and a dick with no mouth on it. The distribution is all wrong here. You slam your meat into the mouth of the cheer mom in front of you, and say to the coach. "Go ahead, I'm listening." You place a hand on the back of the standing woman's head, and pump your dick rhythmically into her throat, while the coach explains.

"It's the only football we play in Blowjob Universe, actually, since there aren't enough boys to have a regular team anyway. Powder Puff is a girls only game, and it's usually played by cheer squads, with other cheer squads cheering them on."

All twenty-three of your neurons fire at once now. You think real hard on what you just heard, a painful exercise only partially offset by the pleasure of this woman's warm mouth, and try to confirm what you think she meant.

"Coach, you telling me that in half an hour, this empty field will be full of cheerleaders tackling each other in the mud while other cheerleaders cheer them on?"

"That's one way to put it," says the coach, turning back to her setup work.

Your dick is raging at the thought of it, slamming further and further into her throat. She's a total pro though, you haven't seen a single wince or heard a single gag from this one yet.

You answer the coach, "Okay, I'll stick around for the game, but unless you have something better to stuff my cock in until then, I'm gonna stay right here in..." you don't know her name.

"Mmmffnnngll, Mmmffnnl Mrrwhr." The one swallowing your penis introduces herself, but you don't understand her. Then, as if in response to your request for something better, a beautiful young lady walks down the path from the parking lot dragging a cooler behind her. She's one of your school's cheerleaders, as you can see from the skirt and halter top uniform she's wearing, and as she gets closer, you notice she has the same sparkling baby blue eyes and cock sucking lips as the cheer mom sucking you off.

You feel the jizz boiling up in your balls, ready to finish up here and go slam your dick into Mmmfngl Mrrwhr's daughter's pretty mouth too.