How about a few friends to share in the awesomeness?

As you lead the cheerleading squad into your lavish new apartment, you check your watch. It's between periods right now, so your friends will answer a quick call.

You pull out your phone and dial. "Justin? Hey. Get over to my apartment. Trust me on this, grab Drew and get over here. It's worth missing school a hundred times, I mean it. All right, see you soon."

The girls find the liquor that you stocked the apartment with when you created it. You decide to organize the mayhem a little while waiting for your friends.

"Ladies, who's up for a party game?" The girls all cheer and take swigs from their bottles. "Okay, here's the game. Everybody line up in front of the couch."

The girls line up side to side, including their coach. You sit down on the couch and enjoy the terrific view.

"All right, this is a very simple game. Without taking your shirts off, see who can remove their bra the fastest. Go!"

The girls frantically reach into their shirts and start unsnapping, except for one Asian cheerleader at the end of the line.

You point to the girl, "What's your name?"

"Emily."

"Don't you want to play, Emily?"

"Yes," says the Asian girl, "but I didn't wear a bra today."

"Oooh, I'm sorry, but you're disqualified." You try not to laugh as the cute cheerleader pouts. "But I've got another game you can play. It's called 'tit-fuck the host'!"

The cheerleader claps and jumps up and down, shaking her obviously unencumbered breasts. She runs over to you, kneels down between your legs, and pulls her top off. Her breasts are the smallest in the group, barely D-cup, but they feel good when she unzips your pants and puts your cock in between them.

"I win!" yells a redheaded cheerleader as she holds her bra aloft. "What do I win?"

You go cross-eyed as Emily rubs her incredibly soft tits on your super-hard cock. "I don't know," you stammer. "Take a shot, I guess."

The redhead eagerly grabs a bottle of scotch.

The girls keep pressing you for more games. Eventually they're all half drunk and half dressed when you hear a knock at the door.

"Come in!" you yell.

Justin and Drew walk in and stop, speechless. Four of the cheerleaders run over and drape their arms around the guys.

"So..." you say as you rub the tits of a blonde cheerleader, "can you guys think of any party games?"