Calling in the cavalry

Emily flipped her mane of glossy chestnut tresses and walked down the row of sweating cheerleaders like a drill sergeant on parade.

“Come on, girls. You're not squad material if you can’t nail this routine while managing a triple-XL.” She barked imperiously, pert nose high in the air. “Pilar, I swear if I see more than four inches of that vibrator sticking out of your prissy European twat, I’ll sideline you for the next three matches. No more locker room orgies for you until you get it right!”

A coffee-skinned Venus with the statuesque build of a Russian lingerie model and knockers big enough to smother a bear sucked in her already flat tummy and tensed. A muted buzzing sound emitted from beneath her scandalously short, pleated skirt.

“Sorry, squad captain!” She shrilled, squaring her slender shoulders and swiping a strand of midnight hair off her reddened cheeks. “It’s just the heat today–”

“No excuses! Hold it deep in there, or get off my field.” Emily’s pale green eyes narrowed as she rounded on the next try-out candidate squirming in place. “What about you, fresher? Think you have what it takes to join the Fighting Great Tits? We only take the best. If you can’t handle the pressure, then you can leave too.”

“N-No, squad captain!” The busty young redhead cried. She was barely above five feet tall but had true short-stack potential. Thick thighs, broad hips, a willowy waist, and the breasty endowments of a much larger woman. “I can do this. Please, give me a chance. I won’t let you down, promise.”

Emily turned away with a dismissive grunt, though she was honestly impressed.

When first-year female students caught wind of the cheerleading team's reputation for taking state titles–and boinking massively hung college football players before, during, and after each game–they predictably flocked to her in droves.

This was a school for the sexually gifted, after all. Only the hottest, horniest megasluts were admitted, and each had to earn their place on the social totem pole. Competition was stiff–just like the gigantic dicks they yearned to stuff into their various holes–and not everyone could make the cut. It was Emily’s job to separate the wheat from the chaff.

Pride welled in her supersized chest as she inspected her squad. Twenty-five budding beauties with bodies like walking wet dreams wearing skimpy cheerleader uniforms in the colors of their titular bird mascot.

White sneakers and knee-high socks covered their feet, while a yellow five-inch sports skirt did considerably less to conceal the cheerleaders' perky pantyless asses and presently preoccupied pussies. A long-sleeved olive-green crop top showed off taut bellies and stretched dangerously tight over full, firm knockers, with a large peek-a-boob window to reveal acres of supple cleavage.

The crowds went wild for their dance routines, as did the players, sometimes charging right off the field mid-play to fuck them. The crowds went even wilder for that, though it was technically a penalty every time a hulking football star railed a squad member’s rear entrance over the water cooler.

It had cost them a few games, but nobody cared.

“Looking good, Brianna.” Emily complimented the buxom auburn-haired junior’s high kick, noting the two dildos stuffing both lower holes. “Excellent form and core muscle control.”

“Thank you, squad captain! I’ve been practicing with a few of the baseball bats Miss Hart loans out during P.E.”

Emily nodded approvingly. “That sort of diligence is exactly what the Fighting Great Tits–wait, do you hear that?”

She cocked her head, and the rest of the cheer squad paused in their gymnastic leaps and spins to listen too.

A feminine cry sounded from the touchdown zone where two thick-bodied blondes she recognized as sophomores were running as if the hordes of hell were hot on their heels.

They were also half-naked and doused with copious quantities of pearly goo, which wasn’t an alarming sight at their school, but the word they kept shouting as they sprinted past the ten-yard line was…

“Thundercock!” One of them yelled. Emily thought their last name was Dickburn or something. “Thundercock!”

“We’ve got a Thundercock situation!” The second blonde called. Her running gate was a tad bowlegged in her pink cowgirl boots. “He’s right behind us!”

True to their warning, a well-built young man dressed only in a white button-down shirt and black leather oxfords rounded the goalposts like a warship under full steam with his giant jutting cock pointing the way.

“Thundercock.” The athletic brunette shivered at the name before pulling a footlong humdinger out of her snatch and waving it wetly at her squad. “You heard them, ladies. Form up and assume your best positions. There’s a fellow student in need, and the Fighting Great Tits never lack school spirit!”

“Yes, squad captain!” The response was unanimous and enthusiastic.

Emily was proud of each and every one of them at that moment. It was a promising pool of recruits she had this year.

“Free up those holes. Lube everything you can.” She barked out orders, spinning the slick vibrator in her grasp like a marshal's baton. “If you can’t reach it, find a partner to lube it for you. Remember the buddy system, and Godspeed, girls. The real tryout is about to begin.”

Nick’s balls felt like two overripe oranges filled with molten lead as he charged down the infield in pursuit of the faithless harlots who’d abandoned him.

It was their idea to raid the infirmary. They’d fed him the cocktail of various red-colored pills. Everything had been hunky-dory at first, blasting hot loads in and on their spectacular fuck-bunny bodies, but after the sixth or seventh hose-worthy ejaculation, they had fled.

Now Nick’s cock was goddamn hammer aching for a nail to drive. Fire coursed through his veins. Muscular arms and legs pumping like pistons, chewing up the distance, precum spouting from his rigid tumescence with every step.

...and they were still running away!

Tracking them through the stands hadn’t been a problem, at least. He just followed the gloopy splatter trail the Cockburn sisters left in their wake. Before he knew it, two thick, seed-basted booties were in sight again, running across the turf and almost within reach.

Nick’s vision was laser-locked on target, his hair-trigger cum cannon ready to launch another barrage. Then something damp and rubbery bounced off his shirt…

“Hey, Thundercock. Over here!”

Stumbling a little from surprise, he turned and almost tumbled ass over teakettle at the lurid view of two dozen sexy coeds in the sluttiest cheerleader outfits imaginable.

They were posed like headlining Los Vegas strippers with obscenely feminine figures to match. Long nubile frames with slender limbs and smooth tummies contrasted dramatically with wide hips, spankable tooshies peeking from beneath tiny skirts, and high, firm tits that were all but bursting from their undersized crop tops.

They all bore determined expressions and a saucy glint in their sparkling eyes. Several held large dildos as though ready to defend themselves. Standing at the front of the group, a dazzling brunette raised her fist in challenge.

“Thundercock!” She crowed, and her squad shouted in reply.

“Thundercock! Thundercock! Thundercock!!”

They all jumped and twirled in practiced synch. Soft breasts bounced, and skirts flared to flash glistening bare slits. Lustrous hair of every shade whipped about, and Nick’s throbbing immensity twisted their direction like a compass needle seeking true north.

The leering brunette lifted one ankle above her head in a graceful standing split, opening her pink insides to him and crooked a manicured finger. “Come and get it, big guy.”

With a strangled roar, he flew at her–meaty spear extended with an angry vein standing out on his temple. The squad broke into an ebullient cheer when he penetrated their captain with unerring accuracy.

“Be aggressive. B E aggressive!” They shook their sex toys like pom-poms, forming a circle around the two of them as Nick grabbed her small waist and began pounding the flexible brunette’s slick pussy. “We’re fucking for a win! Go. Fuck. Win!”

“Hear that, Hunk?” She gasped, digging long nails into his shoulders and twisting her hips for a better angle. “You’ll have to fuck… hnnnh! Every one of us to claim victory today.”

Adrenaline washed through Nick, threatening to spike his heart rate to dangerous levels, and fourteen girthy inches lurched within her skintight depths.

“All of you?” He croaked through parched lips. A headache was forming in the base of his skull. “Oh god! You’re going to regret those words, bitch.”

“Make me. I double dare you.” Her creamy tits pressed into his chest, eyelids fluttering as he expanded inside her. “Aaaah! Pull my hair… Make me your dirty fuckpuppet, Thundercock.”

Those few provocative words were the rolling stones that started the landslide. Nick worried that he might die if he didn’t release some pent-up pressure soon. Low moans and gentle hands reached out to him. Caressing his burning flesh and stoking the inferno of all-consuming lust.

Grabbing a fistful of rich chocolate tresses, he yanked back her pretty skull to rake teeth along her sharp collarbones. It set off a chain reaction of full-body muscle spasms that ended in her seizing snatch.

“Holy shit, I cumming… Hyaaa~!” The cheer captain wailed, bucking so violently in his grasp that several squad mates rushed in to hold her steady. “Jesus–FUUUUCK!”

Nick howled, erupting explosively and swelling the dark-haired nymphet’s belly with molten spunk. His hyperactive balls evacuated their excessive load like Hoover Dam and flooded her clenching canyon until it overflowed.

“That’s it, Hon. Show these thirsty sluts who’s boss.” A familiar southern drawl purred into his ear. The Cockburn twins had apparently returned and were back to their old tricks. Soft fingers played across his muscular torso. “That barely legal redhead over there looks ready to cream herself at the first taste of your mighty manhood.”

“How about that inky-haired European whore, Nicky?” Her sister interjected, squeezing his ass playfully. “I bet she’s a squirter. Looks like a stuck-up cunt to me. You should probably loosen her up some.”

The mentioned girls both appeared excited at being singled out, while others still clamored for attention. Several were on their knees, thighs spread invitingly, cramming the jumbo vibrators into themselves and sending him come-hither looks. Three especially creative cheer-sluts had even formed a human pyramid nearby with their firm derrieres facing Nick, shiny wet snatches dripping in horny anticipation.

“I’ll get to them. I’ll get to them all.” He grunted, pulling out of the cum-bloated brunette to blow an enormous wad at the topmost cheerleader on the pussy pyramid–a funky-haired Asian with juicy hips–and splashing her right in the taint. “Christ, I’m harder than a steel girder!”

“Nearly as big as one too!” Maxi exclaimed, grabbing and pumping him like a shotgun, firing another sticky volley at a tanned, athletic blonde nympho. The gooey impact to the face knocked her pretty head back. “Ha, gotcha! That’ll teach you not to spread rumors about my anal virginity, Felicity. I popped that cherry years ago, whore!”

“Glurp!”

The substantial shot had glued Felicity’s eyes shut and lashed her cheeks and chin. She staggered, moaning and blowing cum bubbles from her nose until a helpful squadmate began eagerly licking her clean.

“Looky here, Nicky.” Muffy chirped. She had the barely legal redhead bent in half at the hips and was spreading her pert asscheeks for him. “I’ve got this sweet ginger kiss nice and ready for you. She just needs her cream filling.”

A cute, innocent face stared hopefully at him, upside down between her knees, while the younger Cockburn twin spat on her exposed rosebud and slid in three dainty digits.

“Save the saliva, Sis.” Maxi laughed, swiveling her aim and jacking another pint of jetting jizz out of Nick’s gigantic fuckstaff. It sprayed across the proffered pucker, Muffy’s working hand, and dribbled over the short cheerleader’s puffy mound. “This is way more fun. Like, a total blast, get it?”

“Ugh, no more bad puns.” He groaned, stepping into position. “If you have to point my dick anywhere, it better be at the nearest moist hole.”

“We’ve always got your back, Nicky.” Muffy said sweetly, pulling out her slick fingers. “And wouldn’t you know it? Here’s one I prepared for you earlier.”

“P-Please...” The little redhead whimpered, wiggling her firm rump enticingly. “I really want that monster cock to stretch out my asshole and fill my guts.”

It was like someone had rung the dinner bell for filthy, anything-goes sex in Nick’s balls, then hooked his mammoth manhood to an industrial generator. Mouth dry and head pounding, he let out a soul-grinding moan when Maxi gleefully guided him into another blissfully tight hole.

“Oh, Thundercock… Unnnhh~!”

Miss Taylor frowned at the aftermath of what had to be an exceptionally vigorous orgy, even by the school’s sky-high standards. She tapped a riding crop thoughtfully against her long latex-coated leg and sighed.

All twenty-five members of the Fighting Great Tits were strewn about the field, skimpy uniforms in tatters, writhing sleepily with slippery cum plastering their bare flesh and leaking from various orifices. Dildos rolled from loose fingers that occasionally twitched as the thoroughly fucked team basked in a collective afterglow.

“Wow, it looks like someone hosed the entire cheer squad down with a bathtub of mayonnaise,” Miss Hart commented from behind her. The mega-stacked P.E. teacher rubbed her chin in thought. “Young Mister Peckerwood might take after his father after all.”

“As pertinent as that observation is, Laura, it’s not helpful.” Nurse Pennyweather scolded from Miss Taylor’s side. “We need to apprehend the culprits of the infirmary theft before things get further out of hand.”

“That won’t be an issue.” The cat-suited disciplinarian whipped the leather crop towards two curvacious, half-dressed blondes, sneaking for the exit with a nearly **** youth slung between their shoulders. A flaccid foot of dangling dong swung heavily around his knees. “I see you, Maxi and Muffy Cockburn. Hold it right there! I want all three of you to report to my office immediately.”