Chapter 1
"Hi!"
Roger Watson looked up from his book to find Brittany Morrison standing in the doorway. She was still in her cheerleader costume, and that did more than enough to distract the boy's concentration during the game, let alone here. Brittany had the sort of body that had the team beating off all night just thinking about it. Particularly in the little blue-and-white skirt that flicked around her thighs, and the tight blouse- like top that showed the outline of her little bra and every curve of her luscious tits.
"What are you doing here?" he asked stupidly.
"Oh, a few of us smuggled ourselves in," she said softly, swaying seductively in the doorway. "Why don't you come into the rec-room? We've got a proposition for you."
"But coach said ..."
"Coach is asleep," Brittany said. "Come on." She teased him by sliding her little skirt up her thighs, showing him more of the delicious curves than he could stand. "Just a few of us, and just a few of you--just the ones we want to talk to." She tossed her lovely blonde hair over her shoulders and pouted at him. "Come on, don't be a spoilsport."
Roger put the book down and got up off the bed, following the blonde seductress down the corridor and into the small rec-room. The training center was laid out so that the boys shared a block with a rec-room for each group. Being the quarterback, Roger was in the top group, along with his pal Tim, the school's best running back, and Jeff and Kent, the heart of their linebacking crew. The rest of them were in the room already, waiting with nervous, but excited smiles on their faces; and Roger could see why.
Brittany wasn't the only girl who'd got in. With her was Ginger, her best friend. Ginger's short dark hair framed her dark, sensuous face, accentuating her almost-black eyes. Ginger was shorter than Brittany, her legs even more sensuously curved and her tits the rage of the whole football team. One lineman had even shot in his pants when Ginger teased him as he came off the field by leaning forward and pretending to open the neck of her blouse. Those tits were big and round and high, standing out in her tight blouse, her nipples showing through the thin material.
With Brittany and Ginger were Donna and Queenie, the other two main cheerleaders. Donna and Queenie had been at the school some time, and were both wanted by any boy who could get it up. And many of them had got it up with those two. Donna was an ash blonde, her delightful body and thrusting tits topped off by a pleasant, open face, pretty rather than beautiful, though the rumor of what she could do with her mouth got everybody hot.
Queenie was dark, looked older than her eighteen years. She was supposed to be a total tramp, with her dark hair teased out around her face, her cheerleader costume straining at every curve, her long legs stretching down to the little bobbysocks all the girls wore. But Queenie's main claim to fame was her tits, and her tits were big. Luscious mounds of flesh that the boys all wanted to sink their faces into, or rub their cocks between. There were some who swore they had tit-fucked her, but Roger wasn't sure. He knew how rumors went.
But it was Brittany who was still the great prize. Like Ginger, she had only just come to the school and so the rumors about her were wilder than ever. Brittany had that extra something. Her face burned with sexual desire from the wide fawn eyes, high cheekbones and a soft, pouting mouth. Her body was always just hidden enough to drive the boys crazy, and her high, small thrusting tits, her tight ass and long shapely legs were better than any fantasy the boys could dream up. But it was the whole package that worked, for Brittany had the air of a girl who knew what she wanted and also knew exactly how to get it.
Many boys had dated her, but she hadn't fucked one of them yet. And it wasn't that she didn't want to--that was clear--she just seemed to have some sort of plan in mind. Roger didn't realize that he was about to hear it.
"Hi, guys," Brittany said, parading to the middle of the room, playing with the hem of her skirt. "We decided that we're gonna win the state game on Saturday."
"Oh, come on," Jeff said. "We did fantastic to get this far. You think we can win against Jackson High? Fuck, they always win, they've got--"
"I know," Brittany interrupted, "They've got three times our numbers to choose from and they've got the best front line in the state. And, apart from you guys, the rest of our team is strictly amateur. We know all that. Fuck, you don't think I listen to the coach?" She knew what she was talking about. "So the girls and I thought we'd make you an offer. If you win on Saturday, you can have us, any way you want, as long as you want, all weekend. How does that sound?"
"Sheeeeit!" Kent breathed, his gaze running over the luscious forms of the four cheerleaders. "You got a deal!"
"And, to show you just what you're fighing for, we're gonna bring you all off once, here and now," Brittany said, her fingers going to the to button of her blouse. "Just once to keep you hot." She opened the button, and suddenly they could see the beginnings of the lacy top of her bra. "Just win on Saturday and it's all yours, all yours." She slid the next button open, and her bra showed more of the curves of her luscious tits. "Wanna have a show first?"
"Fuuck, yeah!" Roger said, finding his voice at last. He stared at Brittany, determined to fuck that wonderful foxy blonde every way he could think of.
"Just one thing," Brittany said, playing with the next button of her blouse. "If a word of this gets out, the deal's off. Got that?"
"Yeah, deal," Tim said. At that moment, he would have agreed to anything.
"Sit down, boys," Queenie said, swaying forward, the other girls following her.
They made sure the boys were all in chairs, facing the center of the room. And then the girls lined up.
"Who's gonna win on Saturday? We are!" they chanted.
The girls started one of their routines, but with not-so-subtle differences. They moved and kicked, showing their panties as they always did, but these panties were tighter and almost transparent, showing the outlines of their hot little pussy lips as they bounced and kicked, getting closer to the boys the whole time.
"We're gonna beat the shit outa Jackson High!"
They were suddenly leaning forward, their legs spread, their hands going to the buttons of their blouses, sliding them open, swaying their tits in the tiny little bras they wore. They swayed, their hands opening their blouses, sliding, button by button down to their waists, and the belts on the little cheerleader skirts they wore. More and more of their tits in the tight bras showed, except for Ginger, who didn't wear one. Her incredible, thrusting tits burst out of her blouse, bouncing as she moved, and the boys were almost going blind trying to see as much as they could of the four wonderful, tight young bodies laying it all on the line for them.
Suddenly they all stood up again, their legs spread, their hands going to the hems of the little pleated cheerleader skirts.
"Jackson High, gonna fly high!" they chanted. "Right out the stadium! Yeah!"
As one, they slid the hems of their skirts up their thighs, moving closer all the time to their wide-open crotches. Of course the boys had seen their panties already, but the tease was getting every one of their cocks rock hard in their pants. One by one, they saw the girls show their panties, the tight white flash of nylon drawn over their hot little pussies.
"We're hot! You're hot! Fuck us!" they yelled. Suddenly their fingers were playing over their panties, stroking their pussies right in front of the boys' staring eyes. "Cocks out, cocks out!"
The boys reached down to their belts, their eyes still on the four girls as they swayed and played with their hot cunts through the tight material of their panties.
They broke off the mock chant, each of them heading for one of the boys. Brittany moved up to Roger, her legs sliding around his as he sat in the chair, his fingers on his cock, his eyes running up and down her figure. She leaned down over him, her hand holding her skirt up, her blouse wide open, her tits pushing out against the tiny little uplift bra she wore.
"Wanna feel me?" she teased, pushing her tits at him. "You can't take anything off, but you can feel. Win on Saturday and you can take it off, do anything, baby."
Roger gave a moan of hopeless lust as he reached out and ran his hand over her bra, feeling the soft warmth of her tits. They felt as good as they looked and certainly didn't need a bra to hold them up, but that wasn't why Brittany was wearing it.
"Mmmnnn," she murmured, "how would you like to shoot all over my tits?"
"Ooohhh, fuck, yeah!" he gasped, and his cock jerked in his hand.
"Hold it up, don't shoot, you only got one tonight," Brittany whispered. "Slow down." She grinned at him and pushed her tits harder at his hand. "You win and I'll suck your cock until it explodes and shoots all over my tits. And I'll lick it up afterwards."
"Ohhh, fuck!" he gasped and took his hand off his cock, knowing it would all be over if he didn't.
"So, feel my pussy," Brittany went on, spreading her legs wider, keeping her little skirt up.
Roger's eyes were glassy as he reached down, between Brittany's legs, where just about every boy in the school wanted to be. And he actually slid his fingers over Brittany Morrison's panties.
"Oohhh, fuuuck!" he gasped, his fingers getting wet with her pussy juices as they soaked into her panties.
He moaned at the feel of her soft outer pussy lips and the hard bud of her clit between them. He caressed her cunt, his fingers trembling as he eased the tight material of her panties right into the tight hole of her fuck-channel, dreaming that he might even slide his cock up there on Saturday night.
"Hey, wanna make me come?" Brittany purred, her blonde hair flicking around her face as she slid her cunt over his hand.
"Yeah, oooh, boy!" he gasped, his cock almost shooting without him holding it at all.
"Just put your fingers there, yeahhh, just there!" Brittany moaned as his hand reached her clit again. "Now just do it like that, yeahhh, just like that, and I'll come. Ooooh, think about that and feel what my cunt does when I come, and think about what it'll do to your cock on Saturday--if you win." She moaned and spread her delicious thighs even wider, her little white bobbysocks adding that final touch to the curves of her ankles.
With an amazed stare on his face, Roger worked his fingers over Brittany's clit, watching as she stared at him and pouted, running her tongue ovr her lips as her passion mounted. He could see that she was going to come. He was going to make Brittany Morrison come!
Ginger reached down to Tim and pulled him to his feet. His broad shoulders were trembling as she moved closer, her beautiful tits pressing into his chest.
"Can you carry me like you carry the ball?" she teased and slid her legs up his body, suddenly hanging around his neck, her legs tight around his waist.
For him, she was light and easy, but he could feel her cunt hot against his shirt at the waist and her tits pushed out of her blouse, shamelessly bouncing inches from his face. He grinned, still not really believing that this was happening, and carried her over to the table, sliding her onto it on her back.
"Mmmmnn," Ginger purred, working one of her unbelievably shapely legs up over his shoulder, her little bobbysocks easing over his cheek. "You like to suck pussy, honey?"
Tim gave a moan of lust. In the showers, the team often had jerk-off competitions and one of them was to the fantasy of sucking the cheerleaders off. He'd seen the dark mound of Ginger's pussy against the white of her panties, and it had made his cock so hard he almost creamed in his pant. He remembered the time he won the jerk-off competition, shooting cum clear across the shower, thinking of Ginger's thighs around his face.
"Ohhhh, yeahhhh!" he gasped.
"How would you like Donna to suck you off while you suck me?" Ginger purred, still keeping her legs sliding over his shoulder, her little white socks caressing his cheek.
"Ohhhh, fuck!" Tim moaned. "That would be too much!"
"Only a taste of what you'll get if you win," Ginger reminded him. "Hey, Donna, you wanna show this fucker what you can do with your mouth?"
Donna was sitting on Jeff's legs, playing his rock-hard fucker over her panties, stroking her pussy through the material.
"That means Queenie'll get two of them," she protested.
"So?" Queenie purred as she worked her mammoth tits over Kent's throbbing fuck-rod. "I deserve it, and I can take it."
"Think about the school," Ginger teased, running her fingers over her panties.
"Fuck that," Donna said with a grin, tossing her ash-blonde hair back. "How am I gonna get off?"
"We'll get you off, you disgusting fucker," Ginger promised.
"Well, okay, if you promise," Donna said and slid off Jeffs legs.
"Come here, honey," Queenie gasped, running Kent's cock between her tits, standing up, spreading her legs so that her ass was pushed out for Jeff.
Jeff wasn't going to argue about a double-fuck. He got out of the chair and went over to Queenie's heaving ass, running his hands over her hot flesh. His cock pushed out like a thick rod, pressing against Queenie's panties until she gave a moan of desire and pressed back harder.
"Okay, fucker!" she gasped. "Take them off if you wanna get it up there."
"Yeahhhh!" he breathed, but still ran his cockhead over her panties, getting it damp on her freely flowing juices as they ran out of her cunt and into the thin white material.
"Oooooh, come on, I'm getting so hot!" Queenie moaned, her teased dark hair falling across her face as she pressed her tits around Kent's fucker, kissing and licking his cockhead as it thrust up out of her twin tit mounds. He groaned and heaved, his prick throbbing in the wonderful fleshy cradle, as soft and warm as any cunt. And when her mouth ran over his prickhead for that instant at the top of his thrust, he was sure he was going to blow his cum-load.
"Wait, bitch, wait!" Jeff moaned, pressing his cock into Queenie's panties, even pushing them into her cunt hole a little. "I wannamake this last."
"Fuuuuck, you bastard!" Queenie moaned, her tits heaving as she took Jeff's cock between her soft lips. "Okay, as long as you deliver!"
"I'll fuckin' deliver," Jeff promised and worked his cock at her hot cunt again.
Standing over Roger, Brittany slid her thighs even wider, moaning with rising lust as his fingers played with her pussy. Her panties were so wet they were almost dripping, and Roger's cock lurched each time he let his eyes stray over her wonderful figure, which was all the time. She was moaning louder with each run of his fingers, her thighs trembling as her passion mounted.
"Ooouuhh, honey, that's sooo nice!" she purred, her cunt throbbing over his fingers. "Ooooh, yeah, do it to me, do it to meeee!" She gasped, her ass jerking as she began to come, climaxing right on his fingers."Uurrhh, yeah, now take your other hand, baby, do it, oooh, yeahhhh! Push it into my cunt, yeah, under my panties, wooow!" She gave a groan and came, her hips throbbing, her legs spread wide, her hand holding her little skirt up, the blue-and-white pleats crumpled against her panties. "Yeahhhh, now feel me, feel my pussy!" She began thrusting her cunt harder down on his hand, feeling his finger push farther into her fuck-hole. "Ooohhh, feel it go!" Her ass jerked wildly as she rammed her cunt up and down.
He gave a gasp as he fondled Brittany's cunt inside her panties, his fingers probing into her fuck-channel and running over her pussy lips. Brittany had a shaved cunt, the cunt lips bare and hot, dripping with pussy juice. Only at the top of her cunt was there a small triangle of bushy blonde hair left, and his hand brushed that as he slid his finger into her hot fuck-hole.
"Fuuuuck, yeahhh!" he gasped as her tight cuntal walls sucked at his finger, sliding up and down as she came.
"Think about what I can do to your cock!" she rasped, coming, gasping with passion. "Think about my cunt around your cock as you shoot! Think about it, every play!"
"Uuuhhhh!" he gasped, his fuck-rod thrusting up into the air as he imagined all too well what Brittany's tight little cunt could do to his cock.
"Yeahhhh!" she moaned, grinning at him as she came, his fingers caressing her clit as he finger-fucked her, his hand inside her tight panties, his finger deep in her hot little fuck-hole. "Ooooh, just a little more and I'll suck you off, I will!"
She gave a low bubbling moan and climaxed once more on his hand.
Roger couldn't believe his luck. Brittany Morrison was going to suck him off! There were guys on the team who said they would give their balls for one blow-job from that steaming, pouting little mouth. He remembered splattering his cum onto the walls of his bedroom thinking about it, and now she was going to do it to him! Suck his cock! He moaned, his fingers sliding over her clit, his cock throbbing in rising desperation. If he touched his prick now, he'd unload on the spot, he just knew it.
"Ooooh, fuuuck, yessss!" Brittany screamed and crested, moaning on his fingers, her pussy throbbing with release. He stared at her high thrusting tits, bouncing deliciously as she came, her whole body on fire with lust. "Do it, I got it, yessss!" Brittany went over the top, moaning with satisfaction, her mouth pouting at him with raw sexual desire. She moaned and came down, her pussy slowing on his fingers. "Ready to shoot in my mouth?"
"All night!" he moaned. "I could shoot in your mouth all night!"
"You might have to prove that," Brittany said as she eased her pussy away from his hand. She slid to her knees between his legs and took his cock in her fingers, feeling the rock-hard fucker tremble on the edge of shooting. She played him gently, holding him on the edge. "Ready?"
"How about you taking my panties off?" Ginger teased, bringing her wonderful legs together over Tim's head and then running them down his body, showing perfect control until they were down on the table, ready for him. "It makes cunt-sucking much more fun."
Tim's eyes widened as he reached for Ginger's tight little briefs. His hands went under her ass and took the waistband. Ginger giggled and shifted up on the table a little, raising her ass so that he could ease them over her swelling ass cheeks and down her shapely thighs. He was moaning with fuck-lust as he stared at her legs and the dark triangle at the top of them.
Lust seemed to seethe out of every curve of Ginger's lovely body. When she and Brittany had turned up at the school together, most of the boys just didn't believe their luck. And now he was the one with the luck, and his cum boiled in his balls as he worked Ginger's panties down her legs. To make it even better, Donna was behind him, caressing his ass and cock, her blonde hair laying over his shoulder as she drove him to peaks of lust he never knew existed.
He eased her panties down to her feet and Ginger played with them, flicking them around on her foot, then tossing them away, spreading her thighs for him to finally see the steaming crack of her pussy for the first time.
"Ooooh, come on, suck me off!" she moaned. She moved back on the table, keeping her thighs spread as he climbed up behind her, crawling after her, his eyes on her spread cunt. She stopped and leaned back, and he buried his head deep between her thighs. "Ooohhh, yeasss! But take your time, baby, I ain't going anywhere. Come on, play with my thighs, come on, tease me, make it last!"
With an enormous effort, Tim pulled his mouth from her steaming, throbbing pussy and eased his lips over her thighs, tasting her hot flesh and the scent of an aroused woman. He kissed her white skin, getting an immediate reward as she moaned with lust, spreading her legs even farther. She lay on the tabletop, running her fingers through his hair.
"Ooohhh, I like that!" she gasped, her luscious tits pushing out of her blouse. Her nipples were tight and hard and she moved her fingers to them, rubbing the crinkled buds, moaning as her passion rose.
Donna climbed onto the table too, and she worked her face under Tim's thrusting hips, moving closer to his cock. Her ash-blonde hair lay across the tabletop as she took his throbbing prick into her hands and played with it, stroking the hot hard flesh, making him groan and lick at Ginger's thighs even harder in his lust.
"Mmmnn, take it easy, baby," Ginger crooned, her fingers in his hair. "You're gonna get what we promised, so relax."
He moaned, the idea of relaxing several times more remote than the idea of beating Jackson High that Saturday. His prick thrust hard at Donna's fingers and she let it run over her hand as her mouth eased closer to his cockhead. He groaned with lust, his mouth moving to the top of Ginger's pussy slit and licking there as if his life depended on it. With a moan, he moved deeper, sucking at her clit in his passion, making the dark-haired cheerleader moan with lust, her pussy running fresh juices into his mouth.
His thrusting cock heaved at Donna's lips and she let it work just inside, teasing him mercilessly. At the next thrust, she licked his cockhead, taking off the drop of pre-cum liquid that bobbed at his piss slit. He moaned, heaved, but still she just kept him out of her mouth, holding his cock, lying on her side, her mouth just out of his range. With her free hand, she caressed her tits, sending hot arrows of lust through her gorgeous body.
Jeff finally began to work Queenie's panties down her long legs while all the time she kept Kent's cock thrusting between her large, soft tits. She moaned with excitement at the thought of the double-fuck coming her way, stepping out of her panties with rising impatience.
"Come on, ram your cock up me!" she demanded.
Jeff laughed and worked his cockhead to the hot wet entrance of Queenie's pussy, stroking it over her cunt flesh.
"Yeahhh!" he roared, and he rammed his prick into her pussy.
At the same time, Brittany and Donna slid their mouths over the two cocks they had been teasing for so long.