Connie & Lonnie

"I'm being serious! You're both about to see for yourself anyways! Drew Lipsky is the Coach for my Cheer Team, I swear!"

"Sure, Bon-Bon. The man who singlehandedly revolutionized a dozen different sciences is coaching your Cheer Team."

"Right? We toootally believe you, Bonnie. I'm sure the man who singlehandedly made the name 'Drew' sexy again and has been voted World's Sexiest Man Alive for the past three years in a row toootally takes the time out of his day to coach a High School Cheer Team."

Even now, right outside of the gym doors, Bonnie is still dealing with the outright disbelief of her two older siblings. Gritting her teeth, hands curled into fists, she looks back at both of them and glares angrily. Not that her glare has the intended effect. She might be a big shot at school, might be one of the popular girls… but that doesn't mean anything to her big sisters, Connie and Lonnie Rockwaller.

The two have NEVER taken Bonnie's achievements seriously. Not that Coach Drakken is an 'achievement', per say. But he's certainly an avenue to one. Bonnie hasn't given up on being Cheer Captain just yet. She still thinks she can earn the position over Kim, but it's obvious at this point that she needs to up the ante. She needs to REALLY impress Coach Drakken if she wants to have any hope of getting one over on her rival.

Luckily, she'd had a bit of a brain blast. Bonnie knew how desirable she was, but to an older, handsome, sexy gentleman like Coach Drakken, she probably seemed too inexperienced and wet behind the ears. But there were her older sisters. If she could just introduce her old sisters to the Coach, she was sure they would hit it off… and then Coach Drakken would see just how far Bonnie was willing to go, he would finally realize how driven and determined she was and reward her ambition with that coveted Cheer Captain position!

"… You'll both see in a second. I'm tired of you calling me a liar."

And with that said, having managed to get the last word in, Bonnie throws open the doors to the school gymnasium and storms inside, leaving her older sisters no choice but to follow her. They do so, even as Coach Drakken and the rest of the Cheer Squad turn to regard them all. Bonnie can't help but smile smugly as she hears the exact moment both Connie and Lonnie stutter to a stop, recognizing Coach Drakken as the richest, smartest, and altogether sexiest man alive.

"Sorry I'm late, Coach! My older sisters are in town for the day and they just would NOT leave me alone until I brought them to practice with me!"

His eyes move past her, and Bonnie can tell immediately that his gaze is roaming up and down both of her stunning siblings. Radiating smugness, she takes her place with the rest of the Cheer Squad, even as Connie and Lonnie finally finish making their way over.

"You're… you're THE Drew Lipsky. Oh my god…"

Coach Drakken tosses Bonnie a knowing look, but not a disapproving one, leaving Bonnie preening as she grins widely.

"That I am, ladies. Though, while I'm coaching, I prefer to go by Coach Drakken. And you two are?"

Connie and Lonnie each look floored, though Bonnie knows it's for entirely different reasons. As the two of them always liked to say, Connie got all of the brains, Lonnie got all of the looks… and Bonnie got the rest. Which meant that Connie was likely speechless because of Coach Drakken's immeasurable intellect and all of those revolutionary sciences that she'd mentioned before. Meanwhile, Lonnie was likely just as speechless because he was the richest, sexiest man in the whole wide world.

"… I-I'm Connie Rockwaller!"

"A-And I'm Lonnie Rockwaller!"

"It's an honor, sir!"

Coach Drakken hums noncommittally in his throat for a moment, before nodding slowly with a hint of approval.

"It's a pleasure, girls. Unfortunately, I'm going to have to cut our meeting short. It is practice time, after all."

As he turns away from them both, Connie reaches the obvious conclusion first, the conclusion Bonnie hoped her smarter big sister would.

"W-We could help you with that!"

Realizing what Connie was saying, Lonnie hurriedly steps in as well.

"O-Oh, yeah! We were both on the Cheer Squad back in our time at Middleton! Just let us both go get changed… and we'll be your assistances today!"

Coach Drakken fixes them both with assessing looks, while Bonnie does her best to hide her glee behind a mulish glare and crossed arms. After all, she wasn't supposed to be HAPPY that her big sisters were causing such a fuss.

"… Very well."

But in the end, watching as the two older women pranced off like a pair of giddy schoolgirls, likely to get into some spare cheer uniforms that were a couple sizes too small for them, Bonnie couldn't help but crack one little secretive grin. All according to plan…

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"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"

"Yeah, that's right Lonnie, choke on Coach's cock! You like that, don't you? You dumb blonde bimbo bitch!"

As Lonnie lifts the middle finger towards Connie, Bonnie reflects that this really wasn't how things were supposed to go at all! Stood off to the side with her hands tied behind her back and a ball gag in her mouth that she still wasn't sure where it came from, the bound cheerleader continues to do her leg exercises, hoping against hope that Coach Drakken will deign to let her stop at some point.

But until he did, she wasn't going to stop doing what she was doing. She'd been ordered to go through all of the leg movements in her routines while her hands were bound behind her back and told that if she dropped her pom-poms for even a moment, she'd be in a whole heap of trouble. With her top off, it left her tits jiggling and bouncing all over the place, even as her cheer skirt swished this way and that with her movements… but did Coach pay her the slightest bit of attention? No sir…

Cheer Practice was long over, of course. Connie and Lonnie had spent the entire time effectively flirting with Coach Drakken, just as Bonnie had expected them to. And they HAD come out in cheer uniforms WAY too small for their coed bodies, also just like Bonnie had expected them to. Once Cheer Practice ended, they'd at least had the good decency to wait until the rest of the squad had wandered off… and then they'd started throwing themselves at Coach Drakken, the two insatiable, horny sluts!

But to be fair, that was precisely what Bonnie wanted. She just… hadn't expected to not get to play an active participant in what followed. Now here she was, bound and out of the way, a background prop to her big sisters' debasing and humiliating themselves for Coach Drakken's amusement.

Chuckling, Coach reaches up and grabs Connie by her curly light-brown locks, gripping them tightly and drawing her head back, even as Lonnie continues to willingly choke herself on his dick.

"From what I see, you both play the brain dead ditz well enough, Connie."

Flushing, Connie stutters and tries to deny it, even though she's wearing a skimpy cheer uniform that she's practically busting out of and has practically glued herself to Coach Drakken's side.

"N-No, Mr. Lipsky! I promise you, sir, I'm v-very smart. I just… I've always been hopelessly turned on by brilliant men."

The horny slut bats her eyelashes at him at that, like his own intelligence excuses the drop in hers. Bonnie sneers at the display as best she can around her ball gag. God, her big sisters really are a pair of unrepentant sluts. Meanwhile, Coach Drakken just chuckles and releases his hold on Connie's hair, looking down at where Lonnie is gagging on his prick.

"I'm ready now. Go ahead and let's see just how flexible you both are. I want you to spread those legs wide, grab your ankles, and give me your best twerk of those fine asses for me."

A truly shameful demand, an incredibly degrading order. And yet, Bonnie already knows her big sisters are going to follow it. Knowing though, is a little different from seeing it happen right before her eyes. Bonnie actually stops her routine for a moment, and very nearly loses her hold on her pom-poms as she watches Connie and Lonnie both follow Coach Drakken's command to the letter, spreading their legs, bending over at the waist, grabbing their ankles… and shaking their asses as they moan wantonly in unison.

Coach Drakken watches them for a moment, before his eyes trail over to her. The moment she realizes, Bonnie jolts back into motion, face aflame with embarrassment that he caught her slacking. Stupid Bonnie, that's no way to show him how much you want the Cheer Captain position! He just smirks a little though, giving her a wink before moving to Connie first.

SMACK!

His hand comes down on Connie's shaking ass, causing the brunette to squeal and very nearly fall flat on her face from the impact. But Coach Drakken grabs onto her hips before she can faceplant and with a flick up of her skirt, presses his cock into her pussy, proving what Bonnie already suspected, both of her sisters were going commando under those cheer uniforms.

"So, you claim you're a smart one, huh? Let's put that to the test, shall we? I'm going to fuck you now… and you're going to list the first twenty five prime numbers for me. Understood?"

"Y-Yes, Mr. Lipsky."

"Good girl. Begin."

"T-Two, three, fiiiiiive, SEEEEEVEEEEN-!"

Bonnie watches as Coach Drakken really lays into her older sister. All the while, Connie is making short work of those prime numbers. Bonnie wouldn't be able to name nearly as many, if she's being honest, but then, she's not the one who's got a reputation for being smart. Of course, halfway through, Connie lets out a wild squeal and spasms uncontrollably as she orgasms explosively on Coach Drakken's cock.

For a second, she thinks that's it… but then, to her credit, Connie starts right back up again once she's got her breath back.

"-Forty-thrEEEEEE, Forty-SevEEEEEEN, Fifty-thrEEEEEEE-!!!"

By the time she finishes with Ninety-Seven, Connie has cum thrice upon Drakken's cock. As she says that very last prime number, the Coach thrusts forward with a grunt and finishes himself, deep inside of Connie's welcoming womb. He doesn't ask her for permission, but Bonnie knows what Connie would say if he did. She'd BEG him to breed her, BEG him to knock her up with the next potential Albert Einstein.

Regardless, Coach Drakken lets go of Connie's hips then, chuckling as she topples forward, faceplanting after all and ending up face down, ass up with his cum seeping out of her. No matter her display of intelligence, she ends up looking like nothing more than a fucked silly slut once he's done with her. At least, in Bonnie's humble opinion, anyways.

Moving into position behind Lonnie, the blonde having never stopped twerking, all this time, Drakken grabs her by her hips and places his cockhead against her no doubt gushing pussy, causing her to finally go still.

"… I don't pretend to be as smart as my sister, Mr. Lipsky. I can't recite prime numbers while getting fucked or anything like that. But if you gave me a shot, I think I would make an excellent personal assistant, sir."

Coach pauses at that, cocking his head to the side.

"… I already have quite a few personal assistants, Lonnie."

"Mm, yes sir~ and I'll tell you this much… given the chance, I can outshine every single one of them."

Bonnie believed it, to be honest. Lonnie wasn't brilliant, but she was the prettiest Rockwaller sister, even Bonnie could admit that deep down inside. Her blonde sibling knew her limitations… and she had just as much ambition, drive, and determination as Bonnie herself did.

Chuckling, Coach Drakken firms up his grip on Lonnie's hips and thrusts into her from behind, drawing a wanton moan from the blonde slut's lips.

"Well, I suppose we'll just have to see."

He's just as relentless, domineering, and all around manly with Lonnie as he was with Connie. Watching him fuck her blonde sister as hard as he fucked her brunette sister is… truly awe-inspiring. Bonnie all but forgets to keep up her routine, and ultimately, by the time Coach is through with Lonnie and has filled her with his spunk as well, Bonnie has lost the plot. She's collapsed to her knees on the ground, dropped her pom-poms, and is feverishly rubbing her sopping wet pussy against the floor.

Leaving her two sisters in their too-small cheer leader uniforms face down, ass up right next to each other, Coach Drakken steps past them both and walks over to where Bonnie is, his cock an utter mess that she's more than happy to try and clean with her face, even with the ball gag still in. When he removes said ball gag however, she greedily and eagerly takes him in her mouth, sucking her own sisters' fluids off of his cock along with the remnants of his spunk, moaning all the while.

"Bonnie… you didn't keep ahold of your pom-poms…"

Freezing up at the warning, Bonnie ultimately slumps her shoulders, knowing she's disappointed her Coach yet again. With a sigh, Coach Drakken puts his hands in her hair, his fingers digging into her locks and gripping tightly as he begins to fuck her face nonchalantly, just casually forcing her to deep-throat his dick.

"You're still not ready, Bonnie. But I do appreciate you introducing me to your sisters. Connie will do well in one of my labs… and Lonnie might just make a good personal assistant. If not, she'll be a good form of stress relief at the very least. But you… you still have a long way to go before you can become MY Cheer Captain."

Shuddering, each of his words like a solid hit to her broken heart, Bonnie nevertheless knows that Coach Drakken is right. Of course he's right, he could never be wrong. She's the failure him, she's the one who fucked up. Tears streak down her cheeks and she shuts her eyes tightly in shame, even as she wiggles her tongue along the underside of his cock and chokes on his dick.

"Don't fret though, Bonnie. Keep at it. Work hard, and maybe one day you'll prove yourself. I know you have what it takes… you just have to find those hidden depths I know are resting within you. Push past your limits, Bonnie. Break all the rules."

With a grunt, he begins to cum again, pulling out halfway through his first shot so that the vast majority of his load ends up covering Bonnie's face and bared tits. She takes it like the good little cheerleader she is, moaning all the while. He's right, of course… and Bonnie has every intention of doing Coach Drakken proud.

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