Chapter 3
Desiree was giggling, feeling daring and sexy. The new cheerleader uniforms, designed by Kandi, were fantastic. Fashioned after professional cheerleader uniforms, they consisted of four separate garments that, together, made the plump teenager a mouthwatering package of raw sexuality.
The halter top, barely containing Desiree's big tits, was made of white, shiny nylon that tied together between her quivering tits. Over that came a brief nylon vest of red. The bottom half of the uniform was a pair of skintight white hot pants that hugged the girl's fully rounded ass. And below that, knee-high white leather boots.
"The boys will go crazy when they see us on the sidelines," Desiree said with a naughty twang to her voice. "They'll be watching us instead of the game!"
"That's the intention," Kandi replied dryly, looking at her friend. It never failed to amaze her how truly stupid Desiree was. That didn't bother Kandi, but it was something she had to always take into account. "I got tired of those stupid uniforms we had before."
Desiree was a plump girl, carrying extra weight around her waist and thighs. But the extra weight didn't look bad on her. Her body was a walking bundle of open nerves, and virtually everything turned the dim-witted teenager on. She had dark-brown hair, cut short and quite curly, a dazzling smile, and a deep dimple in each cheek that gave her an innocent quality. Her tits were high and firm, straining out from her chest with perfectly round, dark brown areolas and nubby nipples made for sucking. Her skin was of the peaches-and-cream variety, all milky smooth and pleasing to the touch. Her dark, shining eyes shone of naivete, and it was because of that naivete that Desiree often found herself talked into sucking cocks or getting fucked by some guy she hardly knew.
Pulling on her knee-length boots, Desiree stood abruptly, causing her tits to sway massively, nearly spilling out the bikini top. She giggled, looking down at her own cleavage, checking to make sure that at least her dark areolas were covered up.
"Gotta go!" she said joyfully to Kandi and April. "See you out on the practice field!"
Desiree pranced onto the practice field, where many of the players were already stretching out, preparing themselves for the strenuous hours of work Coach Knowles would shortly be putting them through. When they saw Desiree with her big tits bouncing and her quivering thighs scissoring below the short pants, every boy on the field stopped what he was doing and watched her approach.
She giggled again, little-girl fashion, enjoying their hungry gaze as the boys gawked at her through the face masks of their helmets. She recognized several of them, happy now that she hadn't fucked or sucked anyone on the football team.
"Hi, boys!" Desiree called out, waving to them, sending her tits bobbling on her chest, threatening to burst out of the bikini at any second. "How's it going?"
Randal, the star quarterback of the team, and Jonathan, the flanker, broke from the pack and they jogged over to Desiree. After a moment, the hulkish defensive end, Rock, followed.
"Hi, Desiree," Randal said, his eyes boldly taking in her incredible curves. "What the hell is that you're wearing?"
"This is the new uniform. "Do you like it?"
"Fuck yes!"
Desiree blushed. Even though she received a lot of compliments about her looks, it still embarrassed her to be openly appraised.
There was a brief conversation, and before Desiree really knew what was happening, she was beneath the stadium bleachers, surrounded by the three young athletes, trying to keep their hands off her exposed body.
"Come on, Desiree, it's your duty!" Jonathan said, grabbing a handful of tit flesh and giving it a firm squeeze before the brunette grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand off her tit.
"Stop that!" Desiree giggled as a hand slip ped between her legs from behind, rubbing her pussy through the hot pants. "I said stop that!"
Rock, standing behind Desiree and feeling the heat of her pussy through the hot pants, untied the string closing the pants of his football uniform and quickly had his big prick out.
"Listen to me," Jonathan said sternly, seriously. "It's your duty. You're a cheerleader and your responsibility is to make us happy so we can play better football and win games for the school, right?" When Desiree nodded her head, Jonathan smiled victoriously. "If we're frustrated, we can't play well. It's your duty to make us happy!"
Desiree nodded her head slowly, her mind trying to fully comprehend the words that had been spoken. They seemed to make sense to her, though she wasn't altogether sure. When Jonathan kissed her on the lips, Desiree opened her mouth, accepting his probing tongue, letting it explore the heated moisture there.
Hands were everywhere on her body, grabbing her full, fleshy asscheeks and squeezing her ripe tits. Somebody's hand was between her legs, rubbing her cunt briskly through her hot pants.
"Mmmmmmm!" Desiree moaned, flicking her tongue over Jonathan's lips as his hands kneaded and massaged the firm melons of tit flesh. She did not protest when she felt him untying the knotted bikini top, freeing her monumental tits from their nylon prison.
When Jonathan dipped his head down and sucked one of her itching nipples between his lips, sucking firmly on her throbbing tit bud while he lashed at it with his tongue, Desiree rolled her head back on her shoulders, giving herself totally to the wildly arousing sensations going through her curvaceous body. When Randal captured her other tit, gobbling it between his teeth and biting softly, a soft purr came from Desiree's chest.
Behind her, Rock took Desiree's hand and he guided it to his big, pulsating cock. The big-titted brunette wrapped her hand around his thick shaft and she began stroking it firmly, bringing her tiny hand from his spongy, reddish-tinted cockhead to the base of his fiery prick.
"Please, don't do this," Desiree said weakly, unable to deny that the two mouths working and sucking on her extremely sensitive tits were affecting her tremendously. "I shouldn't be doing this! There are too many of you! It's wrong!"
"It's not wrong," Jonathan said. "It's absolutely right. You've got to help us or we'll never be able to play football!"
Desiree became lost in the different feelings going through her body and thoughs going through her head. The heat and strength of Rock's big cock seeped through her palm, sending warm flushes of excitement racing straight to her oozing, juicy clit. When hands were at her shoulders, pushing her down to her knees, Desiree protested, trying weakly to stay on her feet.
"Get down, Desiree," Randal, the quarterback, said as he applied more pressure to the brunette's shoulder. His gaze was glued to her gorgeous, innocent-looking face, and he mentally conjured up an image of her face being distorted with his big cock shoving into it.
In the debris thrown down by former spectators in the stadium, Desiree knelt under the bleachers. Instantly the three boys moved into position in front of her. Desiree's huge tits bounced as her knees made contact with the gritty earth, her nipples standing out proudly from dark-brown areolas, glistening from the mouths of two horny boys.
"What am I to do?" Desiree asked nobody in particular as she gawked at the three cocks pointed at her face. "There are too many of you."
"Come on, bitch!" Rock growled, throwing his hips forward, slamming the rubbery head of his cock against Desiree's dimpled cheek. "Suck my cock right fuckin' now!"
Jonathan, the most handsome of the three, was directly in front of Desiree. She liked him the most, and his cock was a throbbing nine inches of meat guaranteed to satisfy her oral urges. Desiree looked up at him, smiling innocently, even though his pricktip was nearly touching her lips, and she winked.
"You're nice," Desiree purred, flicking her tongue out to graze it over his bullet-shaped cockhead. "I like your cock."
Desiree grabbed the two cocks on either side of her face and she began stroking them as she planted light, smacking kisses on the head of Jonathan's prick. She parted her lips slightly, taking just the very tip of his cockhead between her lips, drooling slightly at the succulent taste of his fuck rod.
It was a first for Desiree. Though she had plenty of experience at giving blow-jobs, sometimes one right after another, she had never before tried to get three boys off at once. Her eyes darted from one cock to the other, her slow mind struggling to comprehend all that was happening to her. When Jonathan hooked his hand lightly around the back of Desiree's neck, then pulled her cute face forward, she did not fight the invasion of his prick into the succulent, hot, liquid-filled recesses of her mouth.
"Ohhhhhh! She gives great head," Jonathan said through gritted teeth, trying to keep his knees from shaking quite so much.
"Mmmmmmft!" Desiree slurped, squeezing the broad shaft of Jonathan's heavily veined prick. Her tongue caressed the underside of his cockhead while her cheeks sunk inward, conforming to the thickness of his fuckpole. Letting the boy push his cock deeper into her face, Desiree began stroking the two cocks that filled her fists, working all three boys into a frenzy.
Desiree was pornographic poetry in motion, dragging her full, moist lips back and forth over Jonathan's cock while she jacked on Rock's and Randal's prick. Occasionally Rock tried to shove his cock into her mouth, but she would not let Jonathan's fuck pole out of her mouth, choosing instead to rub his cockhead against her hollowed cheek.
"Come on, you cunt, suck my cock," Rock complained, his tone holding an edge of violence. "Let me fuck your face, slut!"
"Hey, there's no reason to talk to her that way," Randal said, watching Desiree's face fill up with cockmeat while she strongly worked her hand over his cockshaft.
In response to Randal's coming to her defense, Desiree turned her face toward his fuck rod and she sucked it deep into her mouth. She took his fuck pole far into her mouth, letting his cockhead press her tongue to the bottom of her mouth as it rolled toward her throat. When his pricktip was at the back of her mouth, Desiree inhaled deeply, swelling out her tits even more, struggling to take his cockhead into her throat.
"I've had enough of this shit!" Rock snapped angrily, batting Desiree's hand off his prick. He moved behind Desiree and pushed his football pants down farther on his thick, powerful thighs.
Desiree was happy that Rock was no longer trying to force her into sucking his cock. He was a crude bastard, and there was something about him that almost frightened her. In many ways Rock was exactly like her: physically massive, not overly bright, continually horny.
"Mmmmm!" Desiree moaned, bringing her cute face to and fro over Jonathan's thick cockshaft, then turning her face to gulp Randal's meaty column of fuck-muscle between her lips.
When Rock grabbed the brunette's ripe tits, squeezing them in his calloused hands, Desiree squirmed in pain. Nothing about Rock was gentle, and she rather liked it that way. His huge hand slipped between her firm thighs, and Desiree spread her knees apart more, giving him more room to fondle her overheated pussy through the hot pants.
"I'm going to fuck you," Rock hissed in Desiree's ear.
A tremor of anticipation ran a jagged course up the teen-ager's spine as she raised her ass, allowing Rock to jerk the tight-fitting hot pants past the luscious curve of her ass, exposing her asshole and fur-fringed pussy. She inhaled deeply, salivating heavily around Randal's prick as it filled her face, puffing her cheeks out with its girth.
Desiree squirmed on her knees. Rock's fingers were working over her cuntlips, rubbing her red-hot, throbbing clit, making the pussyjuice ooze from her fuckhole. She chewed on Jonathan's turgid cock, her tongue dancing over his heated column of prick meat.
"Mmmmmm!" she crooned, tilting her head back to look up at the boy she sucked. He looked so handsome and masculine in his football uniform, the shoulder pads making him appear much stockier than he really was.
Pistoning her head back and forth, Desiree inhaled Jonathan's prick into the wet recesses of her mouth, letting his cockhead wedge against her tonsils, nearly entering her throat. As she sucked Jonathan's cock, she ran her small hand back and forth over the entire steelish length of Randal's prick, from the big crown to the throbbing root.
"I'm going to fuck you," Rock said again, grabbing Desiree's hips and raising them.
She lost her balance briefly and Desiree had to put her hands down for support, now on all fours. Her big, succulently curved ass was up in the air, pointed back at him, ready to take as much cockmeat he had to give her.
"Take it easy on her, Rock," Randal said quickly, pumping his hips slowly to feed his sizzling prick into Desiree's mouth.
"She can take it!" Rock shot back. "She can take us all! Desiree's my kind of chick!"
The words rang in Desiree's ears, delighting her. Now more than ever, she wanted to please her three studs. She felt Rock rubbing his cockhead against the lust-inflamed lips of her pussy and sighed softly, passionately, knowing she'd soon be getting fucked by his rampaging prick.
Jonathan and Randal took turns shoving their cocks into the brunette's mouth. She could no longer stroke them because both of Desiree's hands were on the ground, needed there to keep her balance. Her big, hard-nippled tits hung beneath her, jiggling and swaying with every move she made, flopping together and spreading apart with their taut softness. Her short, curly brown hair danced about her head, highlighting each harsh jerk or move as she chewed hungrily with her lips on rigid cockmeat.
"You're going to get it now," Rock said, aiming the bullet-shaped head of his cock at Desiree's cunt. Once he had his prickhead pressing firmly against her juicy opening, he grabbed the plump teenager by the hips and thrust himself at her ass while pulling her back to meet his charge. Her cunt lips puckered inward, separated, then greedily accepted every powerful inch of cockmeat Rock had.
"Ahhhhh!" Desiree gasped, shocked at the sudden invasion of prickmeat into her pussy. She felt his broad cock shaft gliding over her heated clit as his cockhead shoved deeper and deeper into her fuckhole, sending bolts of passion sizzling through her limbs.
When Rock thrust his hips at Desiree, reaming her tight fuckhole with his prick until he slammed against her asscheeks, the big-titted cheerleader was knocked forward. But Jonathan's cockhead was already at the back of her mouth and she couldn't take any more of his prickshaft between her lips. Her chest heaved as his pricktip jammed into her throat, choking the cute cocksucker. She twisted her face away mightily, uncorking his jaw-stretching prick from her mouth.
"Uh! Ohhhhh!" Desiree sputtered, letting her arms collapse. She cradled her head in her arms, her ass up in the air, exposed to Rock's ramrod thrusts of cockmeat. "Let me take-you on-one at a time!"
Jonathan and Randal looked at each other, then at the beautiful, willing young girl getting fucked doggie style. It was a plea for mercy they couldn't deny, no matter how much of a hurry they were in to shoot their wad. Desiree was perfectly willing to get them off any way they wanted. All she needed was a little time to give each of them personal treatment.
Rock gripped Desiree, his huge hands gouging into the tender flesh of her hips as he fucked his prick into the milking, seething recesses of her pussy. He could feel the teenager's hairy cuntlips working on the shaft of his cock, massaging and squeezing, tantalizing him as no pussy ever had before. He felt his cum bubbling hotly in his balls, coming to a simmer, nearly to the boiling point, when he could release his mighty load.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Rock grunted, fucking Desiree with his cock, reaming her pussy with long, hard, smooth thrusts. He enjoyed the way her skin rippled each time his hips connected solidly with her ass. Looking down, he saw the way Desiree's asscheeks were parted, pried apart by the magnificent girth of his throbbing, pulsating cock.
The whirlwind emotions going through Desiree were too fantastic to believe, too numerous to count, too thrilling to accept calmly. She squirmed and moaned, her hands out in front of her, clutching at earth as she fought to remain in position, fending off Rock's heated thrusts. Her nipples scraped against the earth, her big tits swaying as she took the athlete's cock repeatedly into her pussy. Each time her nipples rubbed against the ground, more electricity zipped through her, sending her soaring higher and higher. Pussyjuice squeezed out from between her cuntlips and ground his ramrodding prick.
"Ieeeeeaahhhh! Desiree, I'm cumming!" Rock hissed through clenched teeth.
Desiree felt the first eruptions of hot, creamy jism flooding her cunt and that was all the added stimulation she needed to go crazy, herself. Her oily girl-cum flooded from her pussy in slick waves that ran down her thighs. She thrust her luscious ass back to meet each of Rock's powerful, almost violent thrusts.
Rock had barely finished cumming when Desiree felt his fuckpole withdraw completely from her overheated, tingling pussy. Gulping in air, Desiree did not have the energy to raise her face enough to give a blow-job. Keeping her head down and her ass up in the air, she shivered as Randal got in position on his knees behind her. A moment later his cock was seesawing between her pussylips, his pricktip stabbing far into the deepest recesses of her hungry fuckhole.
The cheerleader took on all three boys without ever changing positions. Her hot pants were still around her booted ankles as she knelt beneath the bleachers. The halter top and vest flopped at her sides while her big tits swayed and trembled with the contact of charging hips to her plump asscheeks. Desiree took three heavy loads of cum into her cunt before the boys let her go. When Rock, Randal and Jonathan were finished, Desiree had cum three times and every nerve in her body seemed shattered.
"Come on, suck it a little," Rock said, rubbing the cummy tip of his prick against Desiree's dimpled cheek as she got fucked by Jonathan. Undaunted when she didn't take his rubbery cock into her mouth, Rock wiped a white drop of jism off onto her lips and he pulled up the pants of his football uniform.
"We'll see you later," one of them said. When they were gone, she rolled onto her side, one tit resting atop the other, hot pants around her feet. She blinked her eyes, looking up to the afternoon sun shining through the bleachers. A faint curl to her cocksucker's lips was all there was to indicate that she had truly enjoyed herself.