Make a mess of Charlotte and her mom

You're pumping the cheer mom's face, chasing a second cumming, while her daughter Charlotte watches with an envious frown, when Coach Mossum says, "okay Merriweather ladies, pick which one of you is gonna suck his dick and let the other set up the stuff already!"

"Hey coach, set it up yourself, and do it topless! These bitches are busy with my dick!"

The hot coach groans and pulls her clothes off over her head, still her nice, natural titties are hanging free, tanlines and all. You're so busy watching her strip, you miss Charlotte pleading for your dick with her lusting eyes.

"Get on my dick too, Charlotte. Your mom can share it with you," you tell them, and the mom and daughter duo kneel in the grass to lick your dick while you sit on the table watching the coach scurry around with her tits out.

Then the cheerleaders start arriving. The first few are dressed like Charlotte, in tight halters that show off their midriffs, with Varsity written across the chest. They look carefree and happy to be active. You slap your dick in the Merriweather women's faces and they lap at it.

The first cheerleader you see who isn't from your school is from your school's rival, the Westside Warhawks, in they're grey and gold. The Warhawks girls have long jerseys instead of skirts and halters, which are shorter at least than the usual shirts, but overall kind of frumpy.

You pull away from the Merriweathers for a moment, or less actually, as you run faster than humanly possible outside of the BJU, and rip the Westside Warhawk's jersey dress right off over her head. Wearing just her panties and sports bra, you can see she's actually pretty hot under there. You whip back around to the Merriweather girls and they lick your dick like nothing happened. The Warhawk noticed something though. She's looking around for her uniform, unsure how she got naked in the first place.

The next girl to come from the parking lot makes you double-take. The uniform she has on is a BJU special.

Not only is her pleated skirt the shortest you've seen outside of the titty bar, but instead of a halter or jersey, she's got basically a tube top on, with apparently no bra. She sees you sitting on the welcome table that everyone is avoiding, and she waves, and then flashes you her titties with a smile. If she's gonna be cheering, you'll enjoy the show, and if she's gonna be on the field, you will be too.

She's followed by more BJU cheerleaders, and girls from all kinds of schools, real and imaginary. You let the Merriweathers compete for space on your dick and whenever a Westside Warhawk comes through you flash away for a nanosecond to strip her to her undies. Eventually the trash can is full of Westside jerseys and their team is forming huddles to figure out what's going on.

Charlotte licks your dick and says, "ugh the Wildcats look like their new uniform is just underwear."

Her mom slurps your cock and says "cheap sluts. I bet their carwash didn't do so hot, same day as our Varsity girls, ya know."

You spurt your jizz in the cheer mom's eye, freezing her mischievous grin as you catch her speechless. You pump your dick and spin towards Charlotte, shooting a glob across her nose and cheeks, and another all over her bangs. Then back to her mom to jizz on lips just as she opens them to ask what's going on. "PTTTHHHHHHPbbbbbbb," she says, spitting to the ground, so you jizz another wad in her ear. "Oh come on! How much of that gunk doogglglg" she says as another clump lands on her flapping lips.

"Don't be such a... bitch, mom." Charlotte looks at you almost apologetically, with your cum dripping down her face onto her halter top. "Thanks for the dick, David."

"Ugh, yeah, thanks David," says her mom.

The topless cheer coach pops up at the table beside you. "Alright! Everyone's here so let's get started! First up, we have a speech from our..."

But a couple of BJU cheerleaders walk out onto the track and grab the audience's attention by flahsing their tits and bending over to show their bums.

"What the heckle?!" says Coach Mossum.

"Hey out there cheerleaders and cheer fans of the BJU!" the BJU girl jumps three feet into the air with a double toe touch, legs out wide, and lands with a smile and jiggling tits.

"We know you didn't come here for speeches or overpriced popcorn!" The other BJU girl starts a cartwheel, which she takes straight for the stands. The audience gasps, and then she handsprings up the aisle to the back, to you at the welcome table, landing in full splits, her arms outstretched in a showy display, smiling her bright red lipsticked smile, her whole body heaving from the exertion, and her big brown eyes level with your dribbling, flopping dick.

The one on stage says, "We know you came here to cheer, to tackle bitches, or to facefuck 'em! So leeeettttt's GO! She whips some pom poms out of what must have been her ass and waves them at the crowd as she runs off the stage.

"It's up to you, David," says the BJU girl in front of you, legs still splayed out in full splits. "You wanna watch a game?"