Dream Heather wants a gangbang

Zack woke up with a gasp, the final scene of his dream staying with him.

Heather had ordered all the boys into her room and was taking advantage of them one by one. Kurt was first, quick to enter and quick to finish, pounding his cousin hard and fast until he cried out with release. Heather called Brandon over, wrapping her legs round him and urging his thrusts with her heels dug into his buttocks. The cheerleader captain got her first O with the football quarterback pounding into her, the two of them coming together loudly. Casting the spent Brandon aside, Heather brought Gavin forward.

Gavin took his time, making sure everything was right before he eased forward. Heather grew impatient with Gavin's leisurely pace. She demanded that he fuck her harder, faster, but when he kept at it, Heather goaded him with insults and comparisons to Kurt and Brandon. He looked hurt and quickened his thrusts a bit, but Heather still wasn't satisfied. Finally she begged and pleaded. Gavin let loose a flurry of thrusts.

"Ahhhhhhhahhhhaa!" Heather cried out as she convulsed in orgasm, her legs kicking high and her toes curling.

Gavin kept thrusting hard and fast.

"Stopstopstop!" Heather cried out, pushing at Gavin's chest.

"Sorry!" Gavin said. He withdrew, his penis fully erect and glistening. Gavin stood back, looking perplexed like he had forgotten to do something.

Zack stepped forward, his eyes on the thickly swollen, wide-open lips of Heather's sex, thinking it must be his turn.

Heather held up a hand, palm out. "I'm done," she said. "But tell your sister you like to watch. Ah hah ha ha ha!"

A protest formed on his lips, but before he could say a word, he woke.

Zack blinked in the morning light and shook his head. He still owed Taylor the rest of the story of spring break at the cabin, and how things had worked out. He rubbed his fingertips through his scalp. Or even if they were going to work out, after all that had happened.

Zack shuffled his way over to the jack-and-jill bathroom between his bedroom and Taylor's bedroom, his morning wood popping out of the vent in his boxer briefs.