Literotic asexstories – A Cheerleader’s Gangbang Revenge by Brooke_Kelly,Brooke_Kelly
“What the fuck was that, Stephanie?” The slam of a thin steel wall locker threw an exclamation point on Amy’s gripe. “You’re completely out of time and you almost dropped Betty!”
“It wasn’t my fault, don’t blame me, Ashley’s rhythm was all off!”
“Uh, excuse me, don’t bring me into this, I’m perfectly fine!”
“That practice was garbage and mostly because of you.” Amy deflected the conversation back onto Stephanie. “That was one of worst ones in a while, we cannot bring that shit to an actual game. Fuck up like that again, see how long it takes before you get benched!”
Stephanie ducked her head into her lock to block any view of both Amy and Betty with the door. She focused intently on removing her sweaty cheer uniform top and stuffing it inside. I did fine, I know I did fine, I kept the beat and everything!
Her teammates’ complaints fueled her perspiration further with nervous energy. She felt her snug-fitting fabric pull her boobs up and release them onto a thin line of sweat on top of her naked chest as it cleared her neck. Stephanie knew she wasn’t the absolute best, or the prettiest member of the cheer team but she was certain she wasn’t the worst. Was she? She slid her skirt and compression shorts down and off her legs and onto her shower shoes.
Stephanie started out solidly enough, attending every practice and learning all her squad’s dance routines and choreography to the letter, with few complaints from her teammates. So what changed?
Wrapping her towel around her waist, Stephanie crossed the locker room floor to the showers in the rear. She felt the stony glares from Amy, Betty and all the rest of them without having to see their eyes. The thirty foot’s distance could well have been 300.
Well, at least it was only practice, she tried to console herself. The shower sucked and hissed as the opened the head and turned the hot water almost as high as it would go. Not like Steven or any of the other football players saw us.
Stephanie’s skin detected her favored water temperature and stepped inside the deluge. Oh, thank God Steven didn’t see her performance today. She would rather her entire team berate her than the team’s star quarterback say one word about it.
The steaming water streaming down Stephanie’s cleavage-length black hair and down her chest immediately took the worst of their words with it, leaving room for more pleasant, comforting thoughts to flow into her mind in their place. Thoughts containing Stephen’s face, his sandy-colored hair tousled and damp after removing his helmet during a game, and his rugged jaw and cheekbones with touches of boyish gentility. Granted, just about everyone she could think of on the football team was hot, but he stood out the most.
Her stomach slackened with a sigh, picturing his broad shoulders underneath his football padding. Their passing in the halls between classes wasn’t too common, but she took notice every single time, whether he would swing his backpack straps off or swinging his locker door closed.
Stephanie squeezed some liquid soap and began to wash. Her legs tingled thinking about him. She scrubbed her face and blinked through the suds around the shower section. She still had a few moments of solitude before her teammates begin trickling in.
Pawing a dollop of soap onto her palm, she passed it down her neck and across her chest. Steven’s hands filled her mind, how he gripped and threw a football, his deliberate way of pulling out his chair and opening/closing a door, and how he would shake the hands of his teammates and the occasional teacher. Stephanie paid extra attention to how she squeezed, pressed and massaged the soap all over her breasts, almost teasing her body in the minute released she offered herself. Oh, how she loved his hands.
“Oh, speaking of games, you better remember we got one in a week and a half.” She heard Amy’s voice reverberate over the white ceramic tiles. Ah, shit. Stephanie accidentally flung suds onto the wall behind her with the speed she threw her hands off of herself. Here we go.
“Look Amy, I got it.” she retorted, turning around to face the wall behind her. “I’ll be faster, I’ll do better.”
“You can start by prying your eyes off the quarterback.” Stephanie’s mouth shrunk and she immediately blushed. She unconsciously scooted closer to the wall. “Yes, we all see you staring at him. You need to focus.”
“I do not!” Stephanie turned her head a quarter at her. “Yeah, he’s super-important to the team, but he’s just a guy.” Her eyes narrowed.
“That’s such a fucking lie.” Amy came into view. “Not like he’d ever go for you anyway, you need to chill with all that.”
Well, that part wasn’t, she sadly had to agree with her. Hell, just about every other girl on the cheer squad was a more enticing proposition than Stephanie herself was. Especially Amy, only the blind could disagree. Beautiful Hispanic brown skin, firm, huge tits and a thick, heart-shaped ass, Amy was the fantasy of every straight guy in the whole school. The girl in her cheerleader uniform could be right out of a porno, especially in the “older-fashioned” style the team currently used that exposed their midriff and only came down to about four inches on their thighs.
“Besides, he’s mine anyway. He’s definitely going to ask me to the dance next month, so I’d start making it easier on yourself now, drop it and start caring about the team.”
And here it comes, there’s the punch. Stephanie cast her eyes down to the floor. She watched the soap bubbles circle the drain between her feet. It would hurt a fuckload less if it wasn’t true.
“You can have Steven, Manuel’s mine.” Ashley joined the two and chose a showerhead next to Stephanie. “There’s a lot worse things than running out of gas in the middle of the woods in that dude’s car, that’s for sure!”
Stephanie so desperately wanted to follow the soap trail down the drain, hearing the two talk so candidly about their crushes. She couldn’t decide which was worse in all honesty. Everyone knew about Ashley’s crush on Manuel, but just about everyone had something to say about everyone else. Brock the wide receiver, Adam the running back, Deshawn the running back, plus countless other names and positions, nobody on that team was safe from locker room fantasies, gossip and girl talk.
“Oh hey Steph, I’m serious about not blaming me!” Ashley threw at her as she darted out of the showers.
“Then quit doing it!” Stephanie shaped her hurt into one last barb. Just because I wasn’t super-great doesn’t make me the punching bag for everyone else’s problems. I just want to fucking go home. Pulling a tank top over herself and stepping into a pair of plain red panties and blue jeans, Stephanie gathered her bookbag and exited the locker room.
Her heart couldn’t make up its mind if it wanted to scream, cry or both. Not only was her position on the cheer team itself potentially jeopardized, those bitches couldn’t even be content to let her have her wild, pie-in-the-sky fantasies without stomping it into the dirt, Fuck them.
The school’s hallway clock read 4 on the dot. Most of the students had made their way home with the exception of those in the athletic and music departments. The dissipation of the throngs of students previously surging up and down the halls made Stephanie’s journey eerily quiet. Under ordinary conditions she could barely walk a couple of feet without brushing shoulders with a dozen other students or giving gentle pushes to clear something resembling a path forward.
The two large double doors connecting a long stretch of locker-lined hallway to the student parking lot were still propped open thankfully, at least Stephanie didn’t have to use both shoulders to brace one of them open. At least one less thing standing in my way today.
“Hey Steph, there you are!” A male voice called out to her the second she stepped into the daylight. “I just thought you guys just got out of practice, but wasn’t sure.”
Stephanie turned to her right to see nobody but Steven Murphy himself, quarterback of the football team, standing against the brick wall right next to the open doors. She blinked twice to make sure she wasn’t seeing things, that it was actually him in a simple pair of jeans and a windbreaker instead of the recognizable, thick padding of his football uniform.
“Uh, y-yeah, we just finished”, she stuttered and reflexively shifted her bookbag on her shoulder. Oh jeez, what could he want? With me?
“Oh, sorry, hope I didn’t interrupt you or anything, you seemed kinda ready to get out of here, we just wrapped up a scrimmage like a half-hour ago and we’re just bullshitting.” He put his hand behind his head and gave a slightly embarrassed smile. “It’ll just be a minute.”
Stephanie stood almost dumbfounded in the middle of the entryway. Oooooh mygod, Steven the quarterback is talking to me! I didn’t even know he thought I existed, well, outside simply just being a part of the cheer squad, I mean.
“Of…of course not, no, I’m not doing anything, I was just on my way home from cheer practice.” Stephanie’s gray eyes met his blues. Oh man, I could look at those forever. “If you want to call that a practice anyway, We, uh, I mean I, wasn’t very good.”
“You looked fine to me,” he dismissed with a flick of his wrist. “I wouldn’t put a whole lotta stock in what some of the other girls might give you shit for, you probably know better than I do how catty they get.” A quick eyeroll capped his statement.
Wait, what? Did he actually watch me, or is he just saying that to be nice? WHY IS HE TALKING TO ME IN THE FIRST PLACE?
“Thanks, but you don’t have to be nice.” Stephanie flicked her eyes downwards, then back up at Steven’s face. “So what’s up?”
“Well, I wasn’t saying it to be nice, I did actually see you out there. Well, we did.” Steven thumbed back towards the football field where the rest of the team huddled around giant water coolers in a medley of school clothes and uniforms. Stephanie briefly watched them stretch, chatter and hang out for a bit before turning her attention back to Steven. “You’re a good performer. You’re hot, athletic and seem like a pretty chill person.”
The hamster wheel inside her mind kept sprinting and scrambling for an answer, a clue, something as to why he decided to pull her aside.
“It also doesn’t hurt that you’ve been watching us too.” Steven cocked his eyebrow and a sly grin emerged on his face.
If Stephanie’s eyes could get any bigger they would have popped out of their sockets.
Oh no.
“Uh, I, well, of course I’m watching the team, it’s my job.” Man, I can’t even get my heart in that bullshit. We both know that’s a lie. She shuffled her feet and squeezed her backpack strap. Whelp, that’s it, I’m done.
“Alright, keep your secrets.” Steven laughed. “Anyway, I’m not here to bust your balls or anything. I wanted to talk to you because the team is having a party later tonight and we wanted to know if you were up for it.”
I, uh, what? A PARTY? With the football team?
“Oh, no shit? Who else is coming?” Stephanie threw the response out of her mouth before her stunned brain had a chance to arrest it.
“Just the team, including myself, and you. But if you have something else going on or something it’s no big deal.”
Wait, what? Steven Murphy is inviting me to a football team party? After he said he just caught me ogling them? There’s no way this is happening, but I can’t tell him that. Is he serious? There’s no way he’s that much of a dick to pull a joke like that.
“Oh no, I’m not doing anything tonight at all, yeah, sure, that sounds great!” Stephanie wasn’t sure how she found the courage to meet his sight through her intensely-blushing cheeks, but a small mote in the back of her mind detected something else in his gaze. Something inquisitive, yet secretive.
“Sweet, here’s my address.” He handed a folded-up scrap of paper she promptly put in her back pocket. “You don’t gotta worry about drinks or anything, we’ve got that covered.”
“Yeah, I’ll definitely be there, looking forward to it.” She watched as Steven responded with a silent thumbs-up, turned around and walked back to the football field.
Holy shit. I’m going to a party at Steven’s place tonight. I can’t fucking believe it.
Stephanie’s mind kept ruminating over and over, across the parking lot, to her car, and on the now-almost-eternal drive home, Steven’s abrupt invitation quashing the unpleasantness surrounding her teammates in the locker room.
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Stephanie threw herself onto her bed and pulled her cell from her jeans pocket. Trish has to hear this.
OMG, so I ran into Steven after practice!
She shot off a text to her friend halfway across town as far as she could.
Whaaatt??
The response appeared a couple of minutes later.
Ye, he wanted to say he likes our performances.
Stephanie delayed and thought for a few moments.
Pretty sure I saw him check me out too.
Ooooh, girl!!
“Finally, someone who doesn’t want to tear me down”, Stephanie muttered.
Soooo…he kinda invited me over to his place to hang with the team later tonight.
Trish’s replies stopped.
A slight, growing feeling of unease seeped into Stephanie’s gut and started to writhe. The three dots of a message draft in progress appeared, disappeared, then reappeared again. What’s up with her?
You and…?
Just me, I think. He didn’t mention anyone else.
Oh no, don’t tell me she’s jealous, Stephanie found herself straddled between two cliffs of emotions. A similar delay followed. Why is she being so weird?
I didn’t know you were down for that kind of stuff, but stay safe. Accented by a thumbs-up.
Her discomfort turned to annoyance. Trish had to be messing with her at this point. Why the cryptic responses? What did she mean?
What are you talking about?
You really can’t think of it?
They want to have fun with you.
A third and final text containing the eggplant and squirt emojis drove the point home.
Sticking her face in an oven would have delivered a cooler sensation that the immense blood rush hit Stephanie with. What the fuck?! Where do you get off saying shit like that, Trish?!”
Her thumbs almost touched her phone’s keyboard before she stopped and pondered. Steven specifically omitted any other women being there, and he made a point to state that his parents would be gone for the whole night. What kind of party or hangout only has one chick there, especially one these guys would be cool enough to be a part of? It’s just so…out there, like something you’d see in a porno plot. That kind of thing doesn’t happen in real life.
Like…one at a time or all at once?
She drafted and immediately deleted. Like Trish would know.
No way.
There, Stephanie settled. Doesn’t really say anything about me on my part.
Stuff like that doesn’t happen.
Do they though? Those porn producer guys gotta get the idea from somewhere.
Hey, not my business lol.
Trish wasn’t much of a gossip, but that was distanced even for her, Stephanie noticed. Was it true, Could it be true?
The totality of the possibility finally began to sink into the girl’s head. Did she want it to be true?
Her eyes remained on the phone screen without focus. Her mouth shrunk to a tiny lipless line as she scrolled back up to earlier in the conversation.
They want to have fun with you.
The girl finally permitted her mind to wander. Steven, Manuel, Tyler, Deshawn, Brock, Jarrod, all of them would be there. Her eyes fancied Steven the most, but in truth all of them were hot, and she’d be lying to herself if she said she didn’t catch herself gazing at each of them even for just one time. Hot, strong, sexy men-a whole football team’s worth. She didn’t think even one of them would notice her among the throng of prettier, more athletic and appealing cheerleaders. Stephanie wasn’t ugly by any means, at least she was never that hard on herself, but everything’s relative, right? Especially next to someone like Amy. Regardless, why me? Why just me? Those guys could have any girl they want, probably multiple at once.
Stephanie thought back a year to her last school dance. She remembered Ethan, the cute boy who finally worked up the courage to ask her out, who twirled her around in the middle of the glitzy dance floor and who later made a woman out of her that night in a cheap hotel room. He was sweet, a little dorky but a good guy and in the end, a good enough choice for Stephanie’s first time.
Her first time taking her clothes off for someone else, her first time seeing a boy naked, seeing and touching a cock and taking one inside her. A night of tow young people exploring each other and themselves, crossing the bridge from children to adults, Well, attempting to explore each other, at least. She chuckled under her breath. Neither one of them came to orgasm, but overall it was a pleasant night.
Ethan never used language like that though. He was far too inexperienced and nerve-wracked for any such assertiveness, as any boy would be for his first time. Stephanie didn’t blame him-she wasn’t exactly the picture of a sultry, seductive vixen either.
She didn’t get those vibes from Steven though. Hell, he could probably throw a girl around a bedroom as easily as he could a football. Probably has, several times, all things considered, as her thought soured. Why wouldn’t he? They’re probably blowing up his phone constantly and lining up for him to grab them and hurl them into the end zone headfirst.
Those damn hands again. Stephanie caught herself starting to daydream. And I’d do it too, she admitted to herself. Can’t blame anyone else for it.
Except I didn’t. HE asked ME, in person.
But did he? That was Trish’s assessment, not his actual words. Not like Steven was so crass to just come out and suggest something like that though. Brock probably would, maybe, but Steven was too much of a gentleman. On the outside, at least.
Stephanie pressed her palms into her face. Why does this have to be so difficult? God, I can’t just go over there expecting to get ran through or something and then it doesn’t happen, then what? And if I go over just expecting a regular party and they all take me into a back room or something…
Or something. The final clause lingered in her mind, tantalizing and beckoning to follow. She crossed her legs, inhaled and sharply released the breath. What if it wasn’t in a bedroom? What if they just laid me down on a couch, right there in front of everyone?
Stephanie’s thighs shifted uncomfortably.
Why is this turning me on?
She sat up and tucked her head inside her knees, although it did little to abate the growing heat from her face. I’m not one of those kinds of girls. I can’t be. I liked Ethan. I liked sex with Ethan. I like sex with just Ethan. Yeah, Steven can put me through a wall, fine, but everyone on the whole team?
Another deep breath and exhalation followed.
Yeah, they’re all hot, and they seem to be nice guys, but I’m not a slut. I don’t do that. I don’t think anyone does actually. Stupid fucking pornos.
Well, not everyone. She recalled an old rumor that circulated through the gossip mill a year or so back about a girl in the theatre troupe that went back in an abandoned shed near the campus with a bunch of her male cast members, but it was nothing more than that, just a rumor. Speaking of, I think it was actually Trish that clued me in on that one.
She immediately snapped her head up as she thought back to their text conversation.
Oh. Oooh boy.
The dampness panties grew, pulling her attention to between her own legs.
“I hate you.” She finally spoke aloud.
Well, just because it turns me on doesn’t mean I have to, or even want to actually do it. People watch and get off to crazy porn all the time, doesn’t mean they want to do it for real.
Stephanie had to admit her rebuttal lost its venom when Steven spoke to her. His eyes met hers, she heard his voice and he asked her personally. She would have settled for his time of day in all honesty. This wasn’t some idle fantasy or a shameful Internet search. It would be him. His face, his arms holding her, his hands running all over her body.
His cock in every hole I got. His cock at a minimum.
As her warmth grew, the barriers holding back her growing acceptance one by one started to fall away. The only other person who would even have any idea was Trish and despite her solid career as a rumor outlet, her lips would remain sealed. None of the football players partook in spreading scuttlebutt. She was confident that nothing would escape the walls of the house.
Stephanie wondered how the players would be. Would they be gentle, guiding me however they wanted, or would they press me, hold me down, turn my head, move me all over, forcing me into whatever position? She imagined Deshawn pulling her face onto him and Manuel spreading her ass at the same time. Or would he prefer my mouth instead?
The salacious questions sent an unprecedented wave of lightning-charged butterflies straight through her heart. The wet spot began to bleed through onto the sheets.
This is so fucked. Her walls worked diligently to defend her sense of decency, valiant against an onslaught from her womanhood. So why am I considering and thinking about it?
I mean, not like I’ve heard about these guys having a reputation for abusing their partners or anything, I’ve got nothing physically to worry about, really. Her mind turned to girlfriends, flings and various other arm candies she’d seen periodically around them.
“Hah, speaking of previous partners, fuck Amy, Betty and the rest of them. Stephanie finally vocalized the most caustic of her thought processes. “They wish they could just get one of them in the sack, I’m about to get all of them. They’d kill to be me.”
Her brain immediately halted. I’m about to.
“So…it’s decided then.” She sighed and laid back down. I’m going. Whatever happens, happens.
With an outstretched arm Stephanie reached across her bed, fumbled for her nightstand drawer and pulled. Her blind hand rifled through trinkets, doo-dads and miscellaneous whatsits until it clamped down around a small cardboard box and pulled it out.
“Still got plenty left.” She inspected the vacant blisters in the opened box of morning-after pills. At least contraception isn’t going to be an issue, and I’m pretty sure the athletic program here covers STI testing too.
Reaching back inside the drawer she found and removed something cool, smooth and weighty that she previously brushed against.
Good thing I’ve been practicing. Her buttplug’s small steel teardrop flared out into a blue, circular glass jewel, courtesy of a friend last year who made a trip to the local adult store when Stephanie was still 17. They’re football jocks, of course they’re gonna wanna do anal. She twirled the well-sanitized toy in between her fingers. It certainly wasn’t the biggest toy in stock, but goddamn did the combo of that thing up her butt and her Rabbit laying on her clit blow her mind every other night. She wasn’t quite so naive to assume that a penis and a toy were anywhere near similar experiences though. Hopefully it’ll help, and I know I’ve got some lube around here I can bring.
Stephanie placed the contraception inside her purse and checked her phone: a half-hour past six and no new messages from Trish. 3 hours ’til party time.
The nervousness returned; her breathing quickened. Two or three deep breaths struggled to temper her rising anxiety. Calm down, girl. She rolled over and bunched up a pillow under her head. Nothing’s set in stone yet. It’s just a party. Hanging out with the football team. Maybe you’re reading this all wrong. Getting all worked up about it isn’t helping, it’s just a what-if.
Her eyes gazed inside her open closet to a clean cheerleader uniform hanging behind a hoodie. She knew why Steven hung around to watch the girls perform and why he pulled her aside specifically after practice. As she took note of the short skirt and the midriff-exposing top, her reluctant devil’s advocate finally laid down its arms and gave up. Three was no use trying to tell herself otherwise. Steven knew exactly why he wanted her there, the team knew why and so did she.
They probably expect me to show up dressed the part, too. She’d never worn the bottom without something underneath to confirm it, but she was pretty sure it just came down enough to barely cover her ass. Minus the shorts of course. No point in fucking a cheerleader if she doesn’t look like one. She looked to the gray, nondescript jacket. It’s not a super big deal if I can just show up with something over it anyway.
One final sigh later, Stephanie sat up and smoothed her hair back. She still had plenty of time to kill before she had to be there. Dinner, a shower and a nap sounded fantastic.
Stephanie cruised down Steven’s suburban street, scanning left and right for his house. 397, green roof. A right turn, a left turn and a straightaway later, several cars parked in the driveway and occupying the street on either side gave it away well before the color of the roof.
Woah, his parents must be loaded, she almost said out loud. It was less the opulence of the house exterior and more the manicured, orderly way the property presented itself. A neatly-trimmed lawn, rich, verdant decorative trees surrounding the walkway to the front door and a spotless driveway despite two omnipresent vehicles belied a family income where constant care is a luxury that could always be paid for.
She reached down and smoothed out a section of the bunched-up skirt underneath black sweatpants. It was a mild nuisance on the ride over, but at least her top just felt like an oversized sports bra beneath her hoodie. Her purse lay in the seat next to her. Lube bottle, morning-after pill, she made sure nothing was forgotten. She even brought a couple of condoms just in case.
Stephanie’s heart pounded as she trundled up to the property. The blend of excitement and anxiety wasn’t entirely unlike that night after the dance with Ethan so long ago, she realized. And again, she reminded herself, You don’t really know.
She came to the a stop and killed the engine behind one of the players’ SUVs. Flipping down her room mirror, Stephanie conducted one last makeup check. A light rouge accented her cheeks and a hint of black eyeliner highlighted her gray irises, but the most prominent addition was a merlot shade of lipstick only a few hues darker than her natural color. Yeah, good thing I didn’t go with the mascara, she concluded. Not really going for the black-tears, wrecked-face look.
“Well, it’s actually happening.”, she spoke lightly to herself. The noticeable nervousness wasn’t enough to dull her excitement. She wondered how wet she’d be before they saw, felt or tasted for themselves and what they would think of her arriving glistening and ready for them.
Stephanie stepped out of the car and carefully sidled up the driveway between two cars and the lawn; it wouldn’t do to track dirt from her pumps into the foyer. She was originally going to go with flats but she figured it wouldn’t hurt to primp her legs a bit.
Stretching her toes and clenching her fingers in the midst of one last, deep breath in and out, Stephanie pressed Steven’s doorbell. The ching-chong of the chine mirrored her lungs and declared her resolve to the world.
The door handle unlatching snapped her tension like a twig.
“Hey, there she is.” Steven stood in the doorway before her. He swapped his jacket and jeans for a simple gray tank and blue gym shorts. “Glad you could make it, Steph.”
“Of course.” She was just happy she could get that out without a stammer. Her sight followed where his sleeves would begin down his built, muscular arms. One of his hands held the door while the other braced against the opposite side of the doorjamb.
Steven quickly glanced behind him back into the house, then back at her. So far he was the only one at the entrance. His figure took up the majority of empty space blocking the foyer, but the sound of a dull roar behind him made up for what her vision lacked.
“What happens here, stays here.” His voice was quiet, assertive and direct; a smile warmed his words. “You good?”
“Yeah.” Stephanie quickly glanced down to hide the red growing in her face. Thank God he doesn’t have to say anything direct.
“Aight then.” Steven drew the door wider and stepped back into the interior. “Hey, Stephanie’s here!” he called out.
The blend of voices almost immediately ceased and Steven turned to allow her inside. She slowly paced down the hallway; her nose detected the scent of a cinnamon candle resting on a decorative corner table. The light beige drywall reflected a welcoming brightness from the overhead lights and led her further inside the house.
Turning the corner brought the living room into view and with it almost the entirety of the school’s football team. The athletes were packed against the walls, seated on the couch, gathered around the kitchen island and crowded around a variety of liquor bottles, mixers and plastic cups on a counter segregating the kitchen and living room. Outfits varied from simple workout shirts and shorts similar to Steven’s, to hoodies with jeans and all other kinds of casual wear. Every single one had their eyes fixed on Stephanie.
“Ayo, what’s up, girl?” Manuel’s voice from behind the counter kicked off a sea of various positive greetings from the throng of men. She picked out Tyler, Brock, DeShawn’s voices in particular.
Somehow the apprehension fell away. Stephanie immediately felt comfortable and safe as she moved through the middle of the living room under the teammates’ smiles and laughter. Only excitement was left. She heard the click of the front door closing and heard Steven follow her. Heat in her cheeks accompanied one of his arms wrapping around her waist. Ohhh god he’s touching me.
“Hey guys.” Stephanie spoke louder and clearer than she normally did-she could only hope it was enough to mask what was left of her nerves. “Guess everyone’s here.”
“Yeah, almost everyone.” Steven spoke from behind her. She felt his hand stroke up and down her side. “Couple people had other engagements.” Or girlfriends, she added privately as she finally connected the absent players with known relationship statuses. “Want something to drink? We got basically everything,” he offered with a chuckle.
“A rum and coke would be awesome, thanks.” One of the players immediately grabbed the ingredients and went to work crafting the drink. She let her eyes wander as they slowly began to trickle from around the different areas of the house to congregate in the kitchen around her.
Stephanie’s whole body began to warm underneath of her jacket and pants. She knew her exterior garments muddled and hid her figure, yet that stopped absolutely none of the players from scanning her up and down, primed by expectation and instinct to look for any hint of curvature around her ass, chest and waist. Catching guys checking her out was nothing new of course, especially given her choice of extracurricular, but nothing like this. Not by so many, and all at once. It was a new feeling, a blend of paradoxical modesty and excitement, to be the overt center of attention for all of these men. Is this how Amy feels whenever she goes anywhere?
“Here you go, babe.” She saw the drink pass from hand to hand across the kitchen until it reached Stephanie’s.
“Thank youuu.” As the alcohol touched her lips Stephanie immediately began to loosen up. Well, at least everyone else knows what they’re here for too. It didn’t take long before she had downed the entire glass, much to the raucous approval of several of the players. Well, better give the boys what they came for.
Stephanie found a vacant spot on a coffee table to place the empty drink and grasped her jacket from the bottom and pulled upwards. She felt the boys’ eyes follow behind her hands as she removed the drab gray garment revealing the bright orange and blue uniform underneath. The top didn’t leave much for cleavage, but it certainly made her tits even perkier.
Several of the players inched closer. A hand took the jacket, folded and stowed it somewhere behind the crowd where Stephanie couldn’t exactly see.
“Told y’all she’d come ready!” Brock’s voice rang out. Stephanie slightly arched her back and stuck her chest out, rotating to give everyone a good view. The warmth of the drink competed with the blush in her face as she bathed in the group’s attention. To a part of her’s surprise, she loved it. She couldn’t get enough of it.
Steven stepped forward among the crowd as Stephanie began to remove her pants. The legs were wide enough to easily slide over her shoes and were taken to join her hoodie. A very small draft clued her in that with the angle that her pumps positioned her legs, her ass was indeed visible under her skirt. Good.
A couple of hands accompanied the stares and cheers this time-Stephanie felt one or two of the players grope her bare cheeks and stroke her back between the skirt and top, but her attention was fixed on the quarterback in front of her. Quarterback gets first dibs, how appropriate.
Stephanie’s eyes met his, the smile grew on her face, and as they ran down his body her gaze settled on the large bulge in the front of his pants.
Well, here goes. Laughter and exclamations grew louder as she sunk to her knees and grabbed his elastic waistband. Holy shit, this is actually happening.
Steven’s hand lay on her head and thumbed through her hair as she slowly pulled his pants down. His thick, half-hard cock in a tuft of blonde hair sprung from the elastic restraining it and continued to stiffen inches from her face.
Holy shit, he’s huge. Stephanie’s eyes widened as she stared at it, slightly pulsing in front of her. One of her hands slowly reached up from his pants that had since fallen to his feet and wrapped around him. He was warm, slightly tacky and soft. Oh fuck, Steven.
Stephanie’s eyes closed as she took him inside of her mouth with everybody around her watching, not to block out the men’s stares but to fully focus on pleasuring Steven. His sigh in response sent a surge of moisture between her legs. She felt one hand on her shoulder and another probing the front of her chest above her uniform. Stephanie did nothing in response; they were free to touch and explore her body however they wished.
Her eyes opened only after she had taken him as far down her throat as she was able. Her tongue lay on the underside of his dick, tasting him as much as his bulk allowed her to. One of her hands lay on his abs underneath his shirt. Steven’s face belied the bliss her mouth gave him, his eyes were slits and his mouth hung open with a deep sigh of content.
“Oh, God, Steph,” she heard him moan as she sucked him faster. A male hand had made it beneath her top and had settled around her right tit, gently squeezing. She didn’t know whose it was. She didn’t care. Get fucked, Amy. They’re mine.
Stephanie pulled her lips from off of him and licked the underside from his balls all the way to the tip, staring directly into his face. The circle grew tighter around her and the soft rustling of jeans, shorts and all manner of pants unbuckling, belts unfastening and clothes falling to the floor reached her ears. One of the player took her left hand and guided it between his legs to his waiting, turgid member.
Mmmm, who’s next?” Stephanie thought as she gave one last suck to the tip of Steven’s cock and followed the man’s hand. A slightly longer, but skinnier, darker penis awaited her attention. Come here, Deshawn.
“Hell yeah, put it down her throat,” Tyler encouraged him.
She moved from Steven to Deshawn almost seamlessly. He tasted slightly different, richer with a different accompanying smell, but still as delicious as any man would be. She put her lips midway around him and moved her hand up and down his base.
Two hands played with her inside her top now. The differences in style, one hand’s fingers twirling around her nipple while the other grasped her whole breast in hand and squeezed firmly, her body knowing two men were playing with her at once, with her attention focused on a third, she had never felt more excited and aroused in her life. God, it’s so much hotter I don’t know who they are. Her peripheral vision picked up five or six cocks out, stiff and waiting for her attention.
Stephanie played with Deshawn’s dark, hot dick, licking, tasting and sucking for two or three minutes. Her hands outstretched and were quickly filled-one in each hand.
“Yeah, take it, girl,”
“Suck that dick!”
“God, her tits are good”
She heard the men say among other exclamations and compliments alongside of moans and heavy breathing. It was weird how turned on she felt about being so openly talked about like a piece of meat for the first time. Weird, but good.
Stephanie barely had a second of air before she pulled herself off of Deshawn and onto the next boy. Barely enough time even to be surprised with herself, at where she was, what and who she was doing. Going from one awkward night in a hotel after a dance with a date, to servicing the entire football team at a house party, and happy to do it. God, this is so fucking hot, I want to taste everyone before they fuck me.
She put the next man’s balls into her mouth after she licked his full length. The smell intoxicated her more than the drink ever could. Her hands passed from one cock to another; she was almost familiar enough with a couple to identify them and who they belonged to by touch. Steven was thick and average length, Brock was average all around, Deshawn was longer but skinnier, Manuel was huge, Tyler was on the smaller side.
After several hands had gotten a chance to squeeze her tits, Stephanie felt her top coming up and off of her. She let the men undress her; she felt her hands were better off other places.
“Let’s go to the couch.” Tyler grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. Stephanie offered no resistance. Whatever they wanted to do with her, she would be happy to comply. The crowd followed.
She sat down on the couch with Steven behind her and Manuel in front. Three players stood in front of her, one completely naked with the others still wearing their shirts. She watched them stare at her bare chest, stroking, playing with her nipples, when Deshawn lowered his head to place one in his mouth. Stephanie only moaned for a short time before another cock filled her mouth.
She couldn’t see who was pulling her skirt down, or even if he would be the first one inside of her. Would it be Steven, or Adam, or Manuel? She hoped he would have the good sense to start off gentle if it turned out to be the latter. Not that her absolutely soaked, dripping pussy wouldn’t be enough to accommodate anybody present, it’s just that, well, Stephanie decided to terminate the train of thought. He knew how to treat a woman, regardless if she was sucking and fucking all of his friends too.
Stephanie opened her mouth to take Brock’s cock as Manuel’s arms grabbed her legs and lay her bottom half flat on the couch, splaying them apart. She moaned through his dick stuffing her throat as Manuel teased her with the tip of his own. Oh god, he’s about to do it. Waves of intensity spread from between her legs as Manuel’s thumb rotated on her clit, doing his best to relax her to take him. Her mind completely forgot about the condoms in her purse.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as both her holes were stuffed. Brock’s hands grasped the sides of her head as he stopped the short, rapid back and forth movements she could manage on her back and exchanging it for his own. Yes, do it, fuck me in both holes, use me, please!
Manuel gripped her hips as he sent his first few thrusts deeply but slowly inside of her. He was much more skilled than Ethan, deliberate, assertive and rhythmic. Brock had managed to get himself all the way down her throat so Stephanie’s lips touched his balls. The men had no inherent synchronization between them, but she let herself get lost between the two, feeling every stroke filling her insides from Manuel with the tip of Brock’s cock reaching almost down to the start of her chest.
Stephanie couldn’t be happier. Here she was, the center of attention, passed between hot, athletic and fit men like a toy. Their large, strong hands cupped her tits, groped her ass, stroked her face and spread her legs. Whenever another cock passed between their lips, another man’s smell filled her nose and drove her crazy. She reached out her hands to grab two more. The girl couldn’t decide whether to focus on the ones she had, sucking and playing with them to completion, or to indulge in the thrill of going from boy to boy, wondering who was next to her this time. She appreciated everyone there, each in their own way.
As Brock removed himself from her mouth and Adam stepped in to replace him, she pulled her head up to see Manuel slam into her three more times before making room for Tyler to take his place.
Stephanie loved how each of them had their own rhythm, their own techniques, how they preferred to grab her, how deep each of them went, what each one wanted her mouth to do to them. Brock loved being deepthroated, Deshawn needed his balls sucked and licked, Steven loved when she swirled her mouth and tongue around his shaft. She couldn’t think of anything she wanted more than to satisfy all of them, and impressively she noted, none of them had came yet.
“We better put her on the bed,” Deshawn called out. The couch could handle two comfortably, but it became apparent that squeezing three people onto one section had started to become cramped regardless of how close everyone ended up being.
“Yeah, it’s a little tight in here.” Stephanie agreed and sat up. She saw patches of her lipstick on Steven and Deshawn’s dicks and stifled a giggle. She could tell her hair was an absolute mess-at least some of the guys would be picking hairs out of their crotch for days.
Leaving the discarded pieces of her cheer uniform where they lay on the floor next to the couch, the throng of naked bodies moved as one together into a back bedroom. One arm was wrapped around Stephanie’s waist and two guys had one hand on each of her ass cheeks.
Steven opened his door to a neatly made bed in the corner. The lights came on to illuminate posters of various basketball and football stars adorning the walls. The queen-size, Stephanie was thankful, could easily accommodate four or five of them at once.
She lay on her back facing the door and watched as the rest of the team filed inside. Just about every man was completely naked and erect; Stephanie couldn’t keep her eyes off of them.
“Oh that’s much better,” she commented, bracing her back on the headrest with two pillows. “Now, where were we?”
The flurry of penises, sucking and fucking quickly resumed. So many cocks, I need all of them. Stephanie stopped taking count of who she sucked off, who fucked her, who did both and who was still waiting their turn. She greedily took whoever put their dick in front of her, between her legs and inside her hands. Sometimes the guys swapped out on their own accord; it was evident that they were keeping themselves from climax until every single one could get as much use out of her as they could. Thank God, more for me then.
“You do anal?” She heard Chris ask her. Oh boy, here it comes.
“There’s some lube in my purse, just go gentle, please.” Her voice had lost some of its confident ring, but at the end of the day, she trusted them. She heard cries of approval ago from around the group.
It wasn’t long before the bottle found itself in Chris’s hand. Someone took her place laying down and Chris maneuvered her on all fours. It’s just like the plug, easy, relax, he’ll go easy on me, I know it. He slathered the lube all over his cock and pressed the tip against her hole.
Stephanie pressed her lips together as she arched her ass upwards and did her best to relax. Five or so mildly-uncomfortable seconds later, he was inside of her.
“Ohhhhhh, fuck.” She quietly exhaled; only the boy beneath her could hear or see her. Stephanie noted that he and whoever was in front of her had the courtesy to wait until he had comfortably inserted himself inside her ass.
“You good?” Chris was motionless awaiting her reply.
“Yeah, we’re good.” Stephanie began to slide herself back and forth on him. He was just the right size too that she was able to actually fuck him in her ass, luckily. Man, this waaay different than a plug. It took some getting used to, but she quickly enjoyed it. I really am doing everything today, aren’t I?
Before long Stephanie was rendered airtight. All of her holes were used. She had a man inside her ass, inside her pussy and inside her mouth, plugging away at her. While Chris was gentle with her asshole, her mouth and vagina faced no such ease. Some guys would fuck her throat, some of them were content to let her please them. She watched as the team switched in and out with a smile, and her hands always had a stiff, waiting cock in them.
She didn’t know how much time had passed on the bed when Steven crawled onto the foot. Stephanie’s eyes widened. Brock was in her ass now, and upon his arrival he slowly pulled himself out, allowing him to take her as he pleased. Quarterback privilege, huh, she mused. She looked down; his cock was hard as rock and a drop of precum beaded at the tip.
“On your back, babe.” Oh god, he’s gonna dump in me. Yes, YES! Stephanie immediately obeyed; her legs played wide to accommodate him. Her body begged for him to slide inside her, to pump a giant, hot, thick load as far inside her as he could manage. Fuck them. Fuck Amy, fuck Ashley, fuck Betty, fuck everybody on the cheer team.
Steven laid his hand on her cheek and slid his thumb inside her mouth as he slid inside of her. Jesus, his cock’s perfect. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. She spied Manuel’s waiting cock next to her mouth, and she opened her lips to take him.
Stephanie lost count of how many times she came all over Steven’s cock. Time had lost all meaning to her aside from the span from one orgasm to the next. She polished four, five, maybe six dicks, let alone how many she played with in her hands while Steven kept plugging away inside of her.
“All of you, come wherever you want,” she declared. Finally, some of these boys have been holding it in forever. “Use me.” Come in me, come on my tits, all over me, all over my fucking face, I don’t care, give me everything.
“Oh fuck yeah”, she heard Deshawn say as he moved to her head. He grabbed her face with one hand at the base of her scalp and slid himself all the way down her throat until she was about to gag, removed it and played with himself furiously. A smile grew on Stephanie’s face as she anticipated what would happen.
Her mouth opened, she sighed in bliss as Deshawn came. His white, thick load lept out of his cock and sprayed all over Stephanie’s waiting face. Strings of cum connected her eyes, nose and mouth, with a healthy amount landing inside. Mmmm, he tastes good. Ten or so seconds later the man’s balls were drained, the contents coating the cheerleader with a warm glaze. Thick and hot too.
“Fuck, I’m coming, Stephanie!” Steven’s grip on her hips grew tighter and his face grimaced. His grunts turned to loud exertions and Stephanie felt his cock pulse inside her. Her cum-covered eyes rolled back into her skull as she felt every single second of his climax deep inside her uterus. She didn’t want him to stop-he could dump inside of her forever. Hell, he could knock her up if he wanted to.
Stephanie moaned along with the quarterback as he finished coating her insides. She felt him staring at her used, glazed face. She could only guess at his feelings, how hot it was he was dumping his load inside a gangbanged bitch with a man’s load all over her, that he was the first one who got to properly use her pussy, or maybe he’s into sharing “his” woman with his friends. Any of them made her legs tremble.
Not immediately after Steven pulsed one last time and removed himself did Adam replace him. Man, do these guys just not give a shit about sloppy seconds, she was barely able to put together in her endorphin-addled brain before another cock presented itself before her. Her tits shook back and forth as the man exploded on top of Deshawn’s mess all over her face. That’s right hon, make sure you get it all over me.
And so it went well into the evening until every single athlete had used Stephanie’s willing body to their heart’s content. She didn’t bother counting how many loads of cum had ended up inside her by the end of the night, all swirled and mixed together into one pale, gooey mess that was leaking outside of her. Five, seven, maybe even ten guys had used her mouth as their toy, and half of them had felt the need to redecorate their face.
As jock-ish as they were, Stephanie took note how funny it was that none of them cared how much of the team’s loads covered her face as she cleaned every last drop off the dicks she shoved inside her face. The coating was so thick she could barely open her eyes. Any that had landed on her lips was quickly pulled inside her mouth and joined with the rest deliberately shot inside. Some tasted better, saltier, earthier than others, but she loved all of it. A similarly thick layer of semen lay all over her tits, some remaining after a few men had used her chest for release and the rest after they fucked some other part of her body. One or two had managed to finish inside her asshole.
Quite a few of them had the stamina to go twice over, much to her excitement and appreciation. Manuel in particular made sure to fuck her face after unloading between her legs; she could taste not only herself but thin remnants of all the boys who had let their mark previously.
Stephanie had no idea sex could be this hot or thrilling. Drunk on testosterone and other hormones, she still couldn’t believe how quickly she had changed from the shy, uncertain girl in the girls’ locker room to the cum-crazy sex toy of the football team, sucking, fucking and taking anyone who wanted to help himself to a cheerleader.
It was well after midnight by the time everyone was spent. With her okay, everyone had filed out of the bedroom and was congregating, hanging out and otherwise socializing throughout the house. Stephanie lay naked on her back, alone for five or ten minutes, basking in her glow, still covered and soaking in the combined football team’s load. She pulled any that managed to fall onto her lips and swallowed it. Well, I’m a slut, absolutely no going back or arguing that now. But God, it feels good.
“Hey Steph, you good?” Steven cracked the door and poked his head in. He along with everyone else had put their clothes back on, and someone was attentive enough to leave both her cheer uniform and her overclothes by the door inside the bedroom.
“Y..Yeah, I’m great. Thanks for checking in.” She stood up. “Oh God, I’m probably an embarrassing mess right now.”
“I mean, we did it to you. No big deal for us.” He shrugged. “Bathroom’s down the hall to your left.”
After passing several happy, relieved and surprisingly-courteous boys, most of which waved to her, she made her way to the bathroom, hopped in the shower and spent several minutes cleaning herself up.
Definitely cannot tell Trish about this, she mused under the warm rain. Absolutely not. We hung out, had a few drinks, that’s it. She trusted Trish to not blab around the whole school, but still didn’t mean it was something she wanted getting out.
Ten minutes later, she was dressed back in her hoodie and pants, her uniform folded across her arm and her purse. Yep, lube and pills made it fully back in, we’re good.
“I’ll walk you out.” Steven got up from his sofa seat and followed the cheerleader out the door.
“You sure you’re good,” he asked again.
“Yeah, I am. Really.” She shuffled her feet and looked up at him. To think this guy and everyone else was railing me the fuck out and here I am, like a scared little girl. She tried to stifle a self-deprecating chuckle.
“Okay. Like I said, this isn’t leaving the house.” He smiled and embraced her. “Have a safe drive home.”
“Will do.” He kissed her forehead. Stephanie wasn’t even aware she was able to blush again after today, but hey, not like the evening wasn’t full of surprises before.
She sat her clothes and purse into the seat next to her, pulled away from the street and made her way down the road. Steven watched her until she turned a corner and disappeared from view.
Good luck talking shit to me now, girls.
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