Chapter 3
The girls were all giggling as they let themselves into their room. They were looking forward to having a good time before they went to bed. That was, until they saw Mr. Mosier, the coach, leaning against a table, waiting for them.
"Where have you been?" he asked, his voice nasty and hard.
Mr. Mosier was a tall, fair-haired man in his early forties, far too attractive to be the father figure he thought of himself as. The girls were always staring at the front of his track suit, trying to determine if the bulge was all cock. Brittany was sure it was and was determined to get her hands on it. Ginger was sure it was mainly padding.
The four girls started a little as they saw him. Donna and Queenie got nervous, pulling back, trying to make sure that their uniforms were not too far out of line.
"Well, hi, Mr. Mosier," Brittany said breathlessly, walking right up to him, sliding her fingers over the front of her little cheerleader skirt, her wide eyes taking him in.
"Where have you been?" he repeated, trying to keep his voice hard and unemotional.
But his gaze traveled down Brittany's luscious body, and she was sure she wouldn't have too much trouble with him.
Ginger came up beside her and the two of them smiled at Mr. Mosier, their pouting mouths leaving little doubt about what they intended.
"I just blew your quarterback," Brittany said, opening the top button of her blouse. "They're going to win the game Saturday."
"Not if you keep that up," Mr. Mosier said uncertainly. "Not only is it against the rules, it's ... " His voice tailed off as Ginger also opened the top button of her blouse and the two girls got closer.
"Let me explain," Brittany said breathlessly, sliding her hand over his shirt front while Ginger slid her leg over his. "They don't get any more unless they win. They they get what they want."
"You should have seen Tim," Ginger breathed. "He'll run through a steel door to get at our little cunts, you know."
"Look, this is ridiculous," Mr. Mosier said, struggling up, trying to get free of the delicious embrace of the two schoolgirls. "I shall have to report you for being out after hours. I won't say a word about the, well, you know, if I don't..."
Once more, Brittany's fingers slid down the front of his pants and gripped the enormous hunk of cockmeat there.
"My god, is that really all you?" she moaned, her mouth running over his neck, her fingers playing with his prick. Just the feel of it drove her crazy with lust. There had to be practically a foot of prickmeat in there, and she almost came thinking of that big fucker stuffed up her hot little cunt, or down her throat.
"Look Brittany, you're a very nice girl, but I think you should stop this," Mr. Mosier said, his voice shaking.
By now, Donna and Queenie had got over their fear and were joining the other two, their hands playing over his body as he stood there, trying to hide his obvious arousal.
"I think we should show you what we did to the boys, and then you can tell us if you think it was wrong," Brittany said, her pussy running juices as she felt his enormous cock. She slid her long leg over his thigh, her cunt pressed against his pants.
"Uh, well," he said, feeling the heat of Brittany's pussy, "look, I can't do this. It's not right."
"Now don't pretend that you don't look at our pussies when we kick up," Brittany said, squeezing his cock. "And don't pretend that you don't watch our tits. I mean, we pose for you all, show you our best. You do look, don't you?"
"Yes, of course," he gasped, "but this isn't right."
"And I bet your wife doesn't give you enough, does she?" Brittany said as Donna opened her blouse and slid it off, showing him her lovely tits in the little white bra.
"That's none of your business."
"I know, but I have a mission in life to fuck men whose wives don't give them enough," Brittany went on, her hand on his cock driving Mr. Mosier crazy. "And I bet she doesn't, does she?"
"No," he admitted.
"So, do you think four eighteen-year-old chicks can do it?" Brittany asked.
"Fuck!" he groaned.
Before he could say more, Ginger, Donna and Queenie were busy undressing him while Brittany locked the door. He protested for a bit, but gave in as Queenie pulled his pants down and gasped at the size of his cock.
"Qhhhh, fuck!" she moaned. "It's as good as it looked."
Her enormous tits pressed out of the front of her uniform as she leaned down and ran her mouth over the man's throbbing cockhead.
That was the last time Mr. Mosier thought about protesting/He allowed them to lead him to the table and lay him on his back, his massive prick sticking up, stiff and ready for use. His hard, rugged body made the girls weak with lust.
"Fuck, we'll give you a show," Brittany promised.
She and Donna got up on the tabletop and knelt over his cock, their soft mouths running over it while they played with the rock-hard cockmeat. Grinning up at Mr. Mosier, the two of them kissed over his cockhead, their wicked little tongues flicking over his prick flesh while they played gently with his cockshaft. He groaned, his prick thrusting up to meet Brittany's mouth as the little blonde sank her lips around his prickhead, groaning with lust as the massive ball filled her little mouth.
It was a real man's cock, and Brittany's pussy streamed juices into her panties as she held his prickhead at the entrance of her throat and experimented with throat-fucking him. It was harder than with the boys' cocks because his cock was so large, but she persisted and his thick cock-knob sank into her throat, her muscles spasming around it.
"Uuurrhhh!" he groaned, giving up the struggle. "I knew you were trouble when you came to this school, Brittany Morrison."
Brittany pulled her mouth back up, and Donna worked her mouth down over his cock, taking it in as Brittany licked at his cockshaft.
"Thank you, Mr. Mosier," she purred. "We try to do our best for the school." She giggled and licked his balls, making him groan with lust.
As Donna and Brittany shared the man's cock, Ginger stepped up onto the table and stood over his face, her legs leading his eyes up to the dark curls of her pussy mound inside the little white panties. He gasped as he looked up the girl's perfectly curving thighs to the swell of her ass and the wet crack of her pussy.
Ginger teased him, her short dark hair all mussed around her face as she played with the buttons on her blouse, opening them one by one, taking her time as he groaned under the soft sucking of Brittany and Donna's mouths. Very slowly, Ginger opened her blouse, show- ing him her luscious tits, and something else he had always suspected. She never wore a bra. She played with her tit mounds, stroking the delicious curves, showing him that they stood up proudly, the nipples pointing slightly upward on the ends of the wonderful soft mounds. She slid the blouse down her arms, spreading her legs even wider as he ran his hand up her thighs, reaching for her tight panties.
"Yeah," she purred, "feel me, Mr. Mosier, feel me!"
She moaned as his hand ran over her pussy. Stroking her tits, she pushed down in his hand a little, letting him feel the hot crack of her cunt.
"You little bitch!" he gasped, sliding his hand inside her panties, working his finger into her cunt. He gave a low moan, his cock throbbing in Brittany's expert hands as she slid his cock-head into her throat a little and worked it up and down, stretching her muscles for the deeper thrust. "How does she do that?"
"Oh, we can all do that," Ginger said softly, working her cunt over his hand. "You'll have to stay until we all take you down our throats. It's only fair. We don't get cocks your size to work on. Not often, anyway." She moaned as he played with her clit, his fingers working over her hot cunt flesh, driving sparks of lust through her body. "Would you like to take my panties off?"
"Yeah, I might as well get all I can from this; now that I've started it," he said, his voice hoarse with lust.
"Oh, don't worry, we won't tell," Ginger purred, sliding down beside him. "If we tell, we won't get to fuck you, will we? And we can't let your cock go." She giggled and twisted around on the table. She sighed, leaning over him, propping herself on her hands. "I don't think there's a good way to do this. I think you'll have to tear these panties off me. Please, Mr. Mosier, would you tear my panties off me?" She giggled and leaned farther so that he could get to the little white briefs easily.
Mr. Mosier moaned at the raw desire in the young girl's voice. He reached up and gripped Ginger's hot little panties, staring down at Donna and Brittany as the two blonde heads bobbed around his cock, their mouths sharing his prick, sucking it, licking his cockshaft, their soft lips caressing him into a frenzy.
Ginger purred, working her little cheerleader skirt up to her waist so that he could see exactly what he was doing. The perfect curves of her ass waved in front of him, the little panties stretched so tight over her flesh that he could see the outline of every hair on her pussy mound.
He ripped at Ginger's panties. For a moment the material stretched, then the elastic gave.
"Oh, yes, Mr. Mosier! Rip them off me!" Ginger urged.
He pulled again, his hands tightening on the panties as they tore, the thin nylon tearing across her ass until it tore right through and he ripped them to pieces, throwing them on the floor. Breathlessly, he slid his fingers over her cunt, getting them wet on her flowing pussy juices.
"Oh, Mr. Mosier, do you like pussy?" Ginger murmured, turning and kneeling over him, her thighs around his head. She spread her pussy lips open, holding the red cunt gash wide for him. "Do you like my pussy?"
"Fuck! What are you kids up to?" he gasped.
"You leave it to us. You just train the boys and fuck us whenever you want. Would you like to be able to come in every evening and put one of us over the table and fuck our brains out? Or on a bed, whatever?" Ginger slid her pussy closer to his mouth.
"Yeahhh! What the fuck do you think?" he gasped.
Ginger worked her clit with her fingers, stroking her cuntal flesh above his face.
"Then don't ask questions, just enjoy us," she purred, pushing a finger into her cunt, holding her cheerleader skirt up so that he could see all her sweet body had to offer.
"Uurrrhhh, fuck!" he gasped, lying there, totally in the control of the four sexy cheerleaders.
Queenie didn't want to hang around any longer, either. She paraded up to Ginger and leaned over her, spreading her legs on either side of Mr. Mosier. Then she pushed her hot little cunt into the back of Ginger's neck as the cute dark-haired cheerleader played with her pussy over Mr. Mosier's face. Queenie leaned down over Ginger and grinned at Mr. Mosier.
"You've been wondering if my tits were real, haven't you?" She giggled, playing with her tit mounds through her-blouse and bra.
"Fuck, by the way they bounce, I bet they're real," he gurgled, his eyes bugging out, his cock deep in Donna's hot throat. "Jesus, you can all do it!"
"Over and over again," Queenie said, opening the neck of her blouse, sliding the sides open, showing him the cups of her bra, holding her enormous tits in.
Mr. Mosier groaned, thrusting his cock up at Donna's mouth as her blonde hair tossed with the effort of taking his prick into the depths of her throat.
"More?" Queenie whispered as she opened the buttons, sliding her blouse aside, showing him more and more of her tits and bra.
"Yeahhh!" he gasped, trying to keep his eyes on Queenie's tits, and Ginger's pussy and tits. It wasn't easy.
Queenie eased her blouse out of her belt and slid it off her arms, tossing it aside. Then she reached for the clasp of her bra, and Mr. Mosier's cock gave an enormous heave into Donna's mouth. Slowly, Queenie undipped her bra cups, holding them over her tits as she eased her hands open, revealing the curves of her tits as she moved. Her tits may have been enormous, but they hardly fell at all as she released them.
"There," she crooned. "Nice?"
She tossed her bra aside and played with her tits, leaning down at him, her fingers playing with her nipples. Making matters worse for him, she moved to the side, worked her little skirt up over her thighs as she pressed her pussy at Ginger. The little dark-haired schoolgirl turned, her mouth kissing over Queenie's panties as the two of them held together, playing with themselves, watching as Mr. Mosier stared and moaned with rising fuck-lust.
Donna moaned as she moved her mouth down the coach's cock, taking it deeper into her throat with each pass. His enormous prick filled her mouth, bulging her throat out as her blonde hair tossed around with the effort she had to make to get it in. She slid her fingers over her pussy, rubbing her clit, sending sparks of lust through her body, making the deep-throating easier. She moaned, her mouth sliding farther down his fuck-rod, her fingers blurring over her clit as she sucked him.
Mr. Mosier gasped and writhed on the table as he was taken care of by the four expert cheerleaders. He watched Ginger kissing and licking at Queenie's panties as the two of them played with their tits, showing him the delicious curves he had watched as they practiced their kicks and other arousing movements. At the same time, inches above his face, Ginger worked her pussy, sliding her fingers over her hot cunt, stroking herself into a frenzy of lust, her fingers dripping with pussy juice. Her free hand held her skirt up out of the way, but with her rising passion and the desire with which she licked Queenie's panties, her hold was getting loose. She bucked and lurched, her body shaking with her rising passion.
As Donna slid her mouth back up his cock and gave it back to Brittany, Mr. Mosier reached up and pushed Ginger's hands off her pussy. With a moan of lust, he pulled her down and sank his mouth over her shuddering cuntal slit. She gave a whisper of lust and reached for Queenie, letting her little skirt drop over Mr. Mosier's face, burying him in a world of her hot cunt and the feel of his cock being sucked.
He gasped, his face covered as he rammed his tongue up over Ginger's cunt, stroking it over her clit and into her slippery pussy hole. He grip- ped her thighs, the warm sweet odor of her cunt in his nostrils as her skirt flicked gently over his face. He sucked her cunt folds and clit into his mouth, driving the hot little brunette into higher spasms of lust. His cock throbbed as Brittany worked his prickhead into her expert mouth and began sucking greedily, but keeping her pacing slow. She wanted to enjoy the best of this big cock before it shot cum.
Mr. Mosier gripped Ginger's thighs as she rolled her pussy over his face, taking all the sucking he could give. At the same time, she reached for Queenie, holding the sexy little cheerleader, kissing her pussy through the tight panties, her fingers running over Queenie's panties. Her cunt erupted with her lust as Mr. Mosier's mouth sucked her pussy and drove her up to a peak of excitement before she erupted into surging rashes of climax.
"Ooohhh!" Ginger gasped, her pussy pouring juices over Mr. Mosier's mouth, her short skirt rubbing gently over his face as she came. She licked her tongue over Queenie's panties and felt the big-titted girl give her own shudder of lust as the orgasm rushed over her.
"Ohhhh, baby, this is soooo good!" Queenie moaned, squeezing her tits, working her nipples with her fingers. "This is the best! Ooohhh, come on, Mr. Mosier, shoot for us!"
"Not yet," Donna chuckled, licking at his hairy balls as Brittany swallowed his cock into her hot mouth. "You two get down here and do some sucking when you've finished."
"Ooohhh, yes, yes!" Queenie gasped.
Ginger moaned with her own passion, coming harder at the thought of that massive skewer of fuck-meat in her throat. She rubbed her pussy over Mr. Mosier's mouth, taking all he had to give as she came, her pussy throbbing and her tits aching with delight as she came.
The two girls clung together, coming in a series of explosive climaxes, Ginger's cheerleader costume rubbing over Mr. Mosier's face as he sucked her clit, his hand pulling her thighs harder down, forcing her cunt onto his mouth.
Ginger gave a last groan of lust and peaked, coming down off her orgasm, lifting her skirt, grinning at Mr. Mosier as he held her hot wet pussy to his mouth and slid his tongue over it.
"Was that as good for you as it was for me?" Ginger sighed.
He nodded, his eyes alight with fuck-lust. He stared up at Queenie as she gave her pussy a final rub through her panties and climaxed, coming down, gasping with satisfaction.
"Now I'm gonna suck your cock like that," Ginger promised, "and you can come in my mouth, just like I came over yours. Would that be nice for you?"
She giggled and eased her cunt off his mouth, rolling to the side, showing him once again the delicious sight of Brittany's blonde hair as she slid her mouth over his throbbing, pulsating cockmeat.
Donna looked up and smiled at him, crawling along the table until she could straddle him as Ginger had done. But she stood up first and worked her panties down over her ass, sliding them down her legs, making sure he had a perfect view of the blonde curls of her pussy. She stepped out of the briefs and threw them away, spreading her legs, letting him watch her working her cunt, masturbating over his face, her cuntal lips wide open, showing him the crimson gash and the dripping juice running into it. Her tits bounced as she played with her pussy, her mouth open and gaping with passion.
"Oh, Mr. Mosier!" she gasped. "Would you like to suck my pussy? Or would you like to watch me finger-fuck it?"
"I wanna watch as I come," he growled, his cock jerking as Ginger's mouth ran over the spasming ball of his prickhead, joining Brittany's hot mouth as the little blonde kissed and licked at him too, her mouth melting in with her friend's, their mouths joining together around his jumping prick.
Queenie sat in a chair close to Mr. Mosier's head and put her feet up on the table, spreading her thighs as she played with herself too, gently rubbing her pussy as she watched the other girls bring Mr. Mosier off. He gave a groan of rising lust as Brittany's expert cock-sucking drove him to the final peak of passion.
"Mmmmnnn," Ginger purred, slipping her mouth over his prickhead, taking over from Brittany.
She held his cockshaft as she sank her lips down, taking the enormous cockhead into her mouth until it bulged her cheeks out. But, like all the girls, she didn't stop there. She took his cock to the back of her throat and worked it deeper, sinking it, her neck bulging as she took the big round prickhead. Her dark hair tossed as she sucked his prick, and her throat muscles sucked at his cock flesh until he was raging with a passion that pounded in his cock. With a yell of lust, he jerked on the table, his cum-load surging.
"Come on, bitch, share!" Brittany yelled as she watched Mr. Mosier's massive fucker throbbing in Ginger's mouth.
She moved her mouth closer, but Ginger wasn't ready to give up yet. Ginger held his prick in her throat, sucking at it as the cum rushed up his prick and erupted into her throat.
Mr. Mosier roared, watching Donna above him, her thighs trembling as she brought herself off with her fingers blurring on her pussy. His cock splattered a thick creamy wad of cum into Ginger's throat and the little minx gurgled with lust, ramming his prick deeper into her mouth, swallowing around the cum-shooting cockhead, sending him writhing even harder on the table. "Oooh, fuck!" he yelled. "Oooh, fuck!" Finally Brittany pushed Ginger's mouth off Mr. Mosier's cock and took the next massive shot of hot jism over her lips as she played with his cockshaft, working the heaving flesh with her fingers, sucking the cum out of his piss slit. Her blonde hair tossed as she sucked him, taking the jism into her mouth, running it around with her tongue as he bellowed and jerked, watching it all. Here were the hottest cheerleaders in the school, girls that the boys moaned about every time they thought about them, and these cheerleaders were sucking him off! He couldn't believe it, but he didn't care. His cock shot another hot stream of spunk and Ginger's mouth went back onto his cock, her lips joining Brittany's over his cum-spurting piss slit. He yelled and roared with lust as his cock emptied, his ass jerking up off the table, his eyes glued to Donna's hot cunt as she played with herself. Brittany and Ginger kept their hot wet mouths over his cockhead, taking his shooting cum over their lips and into their mouths as they worked his prickshaft with their skillful fingers. Their wicked little tongues flicked over his cock flesh as" he shot, their lips wet with his cum. The rushing jism poured out, running over their mouths as they kissed and shared it, pushing cum into each other's mouth with their tongues, licking and swallowing his cock cream with great delight.
Mr. Mosier gasped as his cock finally showed signs of giving out. Cum still bubbled from his piss slit, but the flow was slower and the two girls licked it up as it poured out, sharing the hot white cock cream.
"Ooohhh, fuck, that was good!" he moaned, running his hand up Donna's thigh and caressing the soft flesh there as the little blonde shuddered and came, her fingers slowing on her cunt.
Brittany sighed, sucking at the cum still oozing from Mr. Mosier's cock slit. She sank her mouth over the hard flesh once more, taking up some more of the slimy cum. Then she allowed Ginger to have a turn, licking and sucking, cleaning his cockhead off.
Brittany knelt up and grinned at the girls. "I haven't been fucked tonight," she said, "and that's totally unacceptable. So, I have something special in mind. Get him ready--I want it."
"Greedy fucker," Donna said, her fingers still on her pussy as she brought herself down.
"Oh, use him any way you want," Brittany said. "Just get his cock up and give him to me when you've finished."
Mr. Mosier gave a groan of mingled horror and excitement. His cock jumped as he thought of being at the mercy of the four insatiable cheerleaders.