The Cheerleader Harem – Part 4

Adult stories: The Cheerleader Harem – Part 4

by Rich Richardson

Genres: Fiction, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Male/Female

We arrived at the restaurant fifteen minutes late, but that was actually earlier than we were expecting, and we both had big smiles plastered on our faces.

Annie and her boyfriend, however, were not quite as happy as we were. In fact, as we walked up to the table, I could see Annie trying to make idle conversation while he was texting.

“Sorry we’re late. We had something to take care of.”

“Yeah, and Emma wouldn’t leave till she had finished.”

She quickly shot me a dirty look.

“It’s fine,” said Annie. “You’re here now, and that’s what matters. Right, sweetie?”

“Yup, exactly.” He still seemed totally disinterested, but he did put his phone away. “So, were you guys fucking?”

“Ben!”

“What? It’s just an honest question.”

“You shouldn’t ask them that!”

“We totally were.”

“Emma!”

“What? He obviously figured it out after that comment you made. Why try to hide it?”

Everyone stopped speaking and an awkward silence hung over the table. Ben and Emma didn’t look at all ashamed about what they had said, but Annie looked like she was about to cry.

“I just wanted to have a nice dinner.”

“Then why did you bring me here? We’re in college. We shouldn’t be eating in a place like this. Nobody else in this entire restaurant is below forty.”

Annie got up from her seat and ran off, tears welling up in her eyes. Emma got up moments later, saying “I’ll go check on her,” as she followed.

There was a moment of silence. Only the men were left at the table, and I needed to collect my thoughts before I could tell Ben what I needed to say.

“Well, at least-”

“Get out.”

He looked at me, confused. “Excuse me?”

“I said, get out. You’re being a dick. You’re girlfriend is trying to do something nice and you’re ruining it.”

“I didn’t ask her to do this.”

“Which makes your actions even worse. She’s doing something nice without being asked.”

“I don’t even like this place.”

“Well, if you care about her, then you’ll suck it up and at least try to have a good time.” I stood up, and adjusted my tie. “If you don’t care about her, then you need to be gone by the time I get back.”

“Are you trying to be some kind of white knight?”

“No. I’m trying to be a decent human being. You should try it sometime.”

After telling the waiter that we’d be back and he shouldn’t give our table away, I went after Emma and Annie. They were sitting on a bench by the front door, watching the traffic roll by.

“You guys ok?”

“I think so.” Annie stood up and came over to me. “Where’s Ben?”

Just as she said that, I saw him walking towards the parking lot. “He didn’t want to ruin the rest of our night, so he took off, but he wanted me to tell you he’s sorry for making an ass of himself.”

She smiled and hugged me. “Thank you.”

We all walked back inside and had a surprisingly lovely evening. Annie was still a little upset, but Emma seemed to be enjoying herself, even though she was stuck in that uncomfortable dress, and she worked hard to keep Annie smiling.

“I need to hang out with you guys more often. Amanda would never want to come to a place like this.”

“I think you just need to be around better people in general.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Is there any chance you guys would want to do this again sometime?” Annie asked the question in a weak and pleading voice, as if she expected us to say no and laugh in her face.

“Of course!” I told her, without a moment of hesitation, but Emma was just a tad more reluctant.

“I’d love to, but next time can we just order a pizza?”

We all laughed, and Annie finally looked like she wasn’t thinking about Ben.

“Can I ask you guys a question?”

“Sure.”

“This may be a little personal, but how often do you guys have sex?”

I almost choked on my food when she asked that.

“Constantly,” said Emma. “We do it any time we’re not doing something else.”

“Why are you saying that?” I whispered to her. “It’s not even true.”

“After how good we were earlier, it’s gonna be true.”

“Uh, guys?” said Annie, whom we had made uncomfortable for the second time in two days.

“Sorry about that. Emma got carried away and started exaggerating.”

“Yeah, you weren’t that great.”

I turned back to her. “What did you say?”

“I mean, you were good, but I was still better.”

“Are you kidding me? I did all the work.”

“I had to work to turn you on. At the start, it was like I was being humped by a sloth.”

“Oh, fuck this.” I stood up from the table.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna pay the check, and once we get Annie home we’re going to settle this.”

“Uh, guys?”

“I’m fine with that. I’ll gladly prove that I’m better than you in bed.” I walked off to settle the bill, but before I was out a earshot I think I heard Emma lean over to Annie and whisper, “Too easy.”

By that point, we had attracted a lot of strange glances from the people sitting around us, but while some of them seemed horrified by what we were saying, most just seemed entertained. One guy even gave me a high five and another tossed me a little blue pill, which I dropped on a tray of water glasses being carried by a waiter.

Once we got Annie home safely, we headed back to Emma’s apartment.

“You hoping for a home field advantage?”

“I don’t need it, but I have a bigger bed and I don’t want to almost fall off this time.”

We walked into her apartment building, still arguing about who was better, but the moment the elevator doors shut, she grabbed me and shoved her tongue in my mouth. As she tore off my jacket and tie, our embrace felt more like wrestling than sex, but I wasn’t complaining, especially once I managed to lift her dress and tore her panties like paper.

She responded by ripping my pants open. The button popped off and bounced against the elevator doors, before falling to the ground next to Emma’s torn underwear.

“If you play rough, I’ll do the same.”

“You won’t even be able to keep up.”

The moment the doors opened we ran out into the hallway, our hands groping one another and sliding over every inch our bodies.

She pulled out her key and unlocked her front door, but, just as she did, I saw that her thighs were soaked all the way down to her feet.

“Damn. I’ve never seen a girl get this wet.”

“Then I guess…” I didn’t let her finish. Instead I stuck my long and throbbing cock between her legs. A sigh escaped her lips as it brushed her soaking cunt, and she instinctively bent over to receive me.

I plunged my full length into her in one thrust, and fucked her, doggy-style, against her front door.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned. Her body was coursing with waves of pleasure, and I felt just the same. My cock had been rock hard since we’d left the restaurant, begging to be released and forced into the nearest tight hole it could find, and considering how wet Emma was, I’d say she’d been dripping the whole time as well.

Suddenly, the door opened and the two of us fell inside, laying in a heap of torn clothing and throbbing body parts. She shut the door and straddled my chest, holding me against the floor as she tore open my shirt. After sweeping away the broken buttons, Emma kissed my stomach, slowly working her way up to my shoulders before biting my neck.

“What are you doing?”

“Marking you.”

I felt her bite me two more times, leaving three giant hickeys on my neck and chest.

“Am I your property now?”

“Yup. I want Amanda to see these the next time you fuck her.”

“You know, if you really want her to-”

“Don’t ruin the moment by trying to propose a threesome.”

I kept my mouth shut, and she stood up and unstraddled me. I thought I was being given a chance to catch my breath, but seconds later her bra landed on my chest.

“Whenever you decide to admit defeat, I’ll be in the bedroom.”

I didn’t know how she managed to take that thing off without removing her dress, but damn if it didn’t turn me on.

There was a mirror in the living room, and I stopped to look at myself before following Emma. I tossed my jacket aside and realized that the shirt underneath it was basically ruined, as were my pants. I threw them away too, along with the boxers that she had ripped down the front. Now, I was just left in my dress shirt, which was torn open and smelled like sex. My chest was glistening from the thin layer of sweat that had formed during our rigorous fucking at the door, and my cock still jutted out from my body, hard as stone and eager to ravage the tight hole waiting in the next room.

As I slowly pushed the door open, she didn’t even react. Emma continued sitting on the bed and filing her nails as if there wasn’t a man standing in her doorway, with every intention to fill her to the brim with his thick manhood and dump his cum inside of her.

“Oh, you finally made it.”

She looked so calm and collected, but when her eyes drifted over to me, she gave herself away. I saw a flash of lust in her eyes and saw her mouth open and release a sigh of deep, uncontrollable longing.

“Stand up,” I told her.

She did so, and step-by-step I back her against the wall.

“You’re hungry for my cock.”

“I could take it or leave it.”

My hands traced the seams of her dress. “You’re a bad liar when you’re horny.”

“I don’t know what you’re-” I placed a finger on her lips before kissing her, softly and slowly.

“You still hate this dress, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

Without warning, I tore her little black dress right up the center. Her eyes went wide both with lust and surprise as I grabbed her and lifted her leg. She closed her eyes for just a split second, preparing herself for the penetration she knew was coming.

“Yes!” she screamed as I pushed into her. I could feel myself hitting the very end of her womb with every single thrust, but that didn’t make me take it easier on her. If anything, it just made me fuck her harder.

“You need this, don’t you? You need me inside you.”

“Shut up.”

She shoved me onto the bed and climbed on top of me yet again.

“It’s my turn.”

She lowered herself down onto my dick, and started grinding my cock-head against the back of her womb.

“Fuck, that’s deep,” she said.

“Am I too big for you?”

“You wish.”

She bounced up and down on me, twerking her full and gorgeous ass while kissing my lips.

“I’ll make you cum in no time,” she said, confidently.

“I’m gonna cum soon, but so will you.”

I began thrusting my hips upward, fucking her from below.

“Oh, I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Do you want me to stop?” I smiled, knowing what her answer would be.

“Fuck no. I’m so close.”

As her face turned red and her fists clutched the bed sheets, I suddenly smacked her on the ass. Her expression turned to shock as a big red handprint formed on her asscheek, but, once it had subsided, the only thing I saw on her face was pleasure.

As I felt myself getting closer to the end, I spanked her again. She moaned as her orgasm came closer, and started outright screaming when I smacked her ass for a third time.

“Fuck yes! Fuck me! Spank me! I need it! I need it!”

I fucked her harder than before, my cock drilling her wet hole like a power tool.

“You’re so damn slick.”

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long.”

I smacked her one last time before moving my hands to her breasts, and just as my fingers twisted her sensitive nipples, she came hard and fast.

I climaxed only seconds later, sending streams of my cum deep inside of her love-hole. For a moment, I never thought it would end. The way the walls of her pussy massaged my cock milked more and more semen out of it, but soon it came to a halt as we became completely spent.

I sat upright and put my knees over the edge of the bed. She wrapped hers around my waist while we held each other close. Our genitals were still intertwined, but we were ok with that. I liked the feeling of her tight cunt wrapped around my thick pole, and I think she liked the closeness of having me resting inside of her.

“You make me feel warm,” she said. These were the first words she said to me after we came together, and the first words said at the start of this new phase of our relationship. I wish mine had been even half as poetic.

“It smells like a barn in here.”

She laughed and climbed off of me, making both of us whimper when she pulled me out of her.

Emma started running a hot bath, and I kissed up her back as she bent over the tub. Once it was filled, she climbed in and told me to sit with her.

I did exactly as she told me, laying my back against her stomach and resting my head on her ample breasts.

“That was great,” I told her.

“I know. Who do you think won?”

“As long as we get to do this again, we both did.”

She laughed and picked up a loofah from the side of the tub. Gently, she began washing my muscular arms, running her hands through my hair and taking extra time as she ran the suds over my strong chest. The head of my cock inched its way out of the water as she ran her fingers over my masculine body, but I was far too tired to even stroke it. Emma had depleted all of my energy.

“Are we still friends?”

“I think so,” she responded.

“Are we friends with benefits?”

“I guess. I mean, you said you wanted to do this again, right?”

“Of course, I just didn’t know if… if we were dating, or something.”

“No. I’m not good at being in a relationship. I’m not good at being mature in general.”

“So, we’re just fuck buddies?”

“More than that. Maybe we’re… we’re killing time. We’ll be with other people, fool around and release all the crazy inside of us, and maybe, once college is over, maybe we’ll be more.”

I turned around so that I could see her face. “That’s a lot of maybe’s.”

“Like I said, I’m not good at being mature. It’s the best I can give you.”

“That, and as much raw, unforgiving, animalistic sex as I can get?”

As I said those words, a row of goose bumps shot across her skin. She sensuously licked her lips and gently brushed her fingers down my shaft as she told me, “As much as you can get.”

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