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Max grunted as he relented. "Stand up Heather." She rose gracefully, the surreality of the situation striking her suddenly as the other guy grinned wolfishly at her, a guy she didn't know at all, didn't like from what she'd seen of him so far, and yet was handing herself over to to use like a sex toy. Stranger still was Max, her friend, making no effort to fight it. She really was there to be used she realised, shivering excitedly. The black guy swept in close, rock hard shaft pressing against her stomach as he put his hands on her jaw and guided her lips to his.

Max stared in shock, the guy stealing a kiss from his crush before he'd a chance, the brunette stiffening with her blue eyes wide open in surprise, seconds later melting closed in surrender to the cocky asshole. She was slightly taller than him, the disparity making her nubile figure even more statuesque as the stud plundered her mouth, letting go of her jaw quickly once he realised she wouldn't fight it to smack his hands down on her toned ass, roughly squeezing her cheeks until she moaned into his mouth at the gentle stimulation of her cunt. It wasn't a tender or romantic kiss they shared, but a display of power that finally ended when he pulled away. He buried his face in her neck, sucking hard on the soft flesh in a way that would doubtless leave a mark but for now had her moaning at the sensation as she reached down to tug gently at his thick throbbing black shaft.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Stroke me." His hard cock oozed pre-cum onto her wrist, fragile next to the girthy mass of meat that pulsed angrily beneath her fingers. He continued to play with her ass, rolling her cheeks around in his hands to lightly dilate her cunt, the moist bundle of nerves so receptive to even the slightest of his touches.

"What are you waiting for?" Heather purred. "Don't you want to fuck me?" He grunted a muffled, wordless reply into her neck, finally tearing himself away from exploring every inch of her perfect body. She released his cock, quivering with excitement as she waited for his instruction. He took his pole in hand, the anticipation making her cunt juices run down her legs, imagining how he would direct her to lie on her back, spread her legs for him, then guide his thick black pole into her eager cunt.

When he moved it felt both too fast to process and like it was happening in slow motion. Grinning, he aimed himself directly at her lips and slid roughly into her from the front, her mouth forming a perfect O of surprise at the bulbous cockhead splitting her open, forcing apart her lips as he hammered 2 inches into her. She squealed with pleasure, legs almost giving out, but his hands slapping onto her ass and pulling her towards him kept her upright. He met her gaze with an intense, hungry look of his own, and began slowly feeding himself into her.

"Ah yeah!" he grunted. "God fucking damn!" Standing as she was her legs **** her pussy tighter, so the vast intrusion was encased in a vice-like but velvet grip. She hadn't yet lost her shocked expression, wide eyes staring at him in amazement and only growing wider with every further inch he managed to fit inside her. He paused with about half of his 9 inch cock buried in her cunt, taking a moment to watch her quiver. Her eyes slowly refocused to plead with him, beg him to keep going, an instruction he could no longer ignore.

"FUCK!" she squealed, her blue orbs rolling backwards as he powered his hips against hers as hard as he could, grunting bestially at the sensation of finally hilting himself in the cheerleader's pussy. She wrapped her arms around him instinctively, clasping his head to her chest and clinging to it while he held their lower regions together, keeping her hips kissing his as her snatch swallowed his pole.

"So sexy, fuck!" he moaned into her pillowy tits, slowly suckling on her erect nipples while she mewled at the combined sensations. "So fucking tight!"

"I'm cumming!" Heather whined, no longer in control of herself; the boys monstrous shaft grazed her pleasure centre with every movement he made no matter how slight, and his skilful tongue on the sensitive nubs that capped off her bust was more than she could take. She was **** to spray cum down her legs for the second time that day, her lovers obsidian pole shining with a new coating of her juices while she clenched and gripped around it. Max had been good, but the climax he'd taken from her hadn't finished her off, only made her hungry for more, and as her second orgasm came to a close she felt the burning itch he'd planted in her only intensify. The boy's thick member was incredible as she began to slowly gyrate, drawing him out of her then contorting to take him back in, fucking herself. He moaned, realising what she was doing and retreating from her tits to meet her slyly smirking gaze with a cocky grin of his own.

"Ready for a real dicking cheerleader slut?" he asked.

"If you think you can give me one," she laughed, but her lover was already scooping her up, arms under her thighs lifting her off the ground and eliciting a cry of surprise and excitement from her. He lifted her almost completely off him, leaving only that bulbous cockhead inside her, before dropping her down with a **** that made the brunette girl scream with pleasure. She was suspended in the air, totally unable to escape the boy's powerfully thrusting cock. Cheers erupted at the dominion the black guy had over the previously unattainable cheerleader captain, applauding the barrage of violent thrusts he began to unleash upon her perfect body and the constant string of exclamations he drew from her.

Meanwhile Hannah gurgled on the long member stuffing her mouth, looking up at her lover with watering eyes as he pumped his iron rod as far down her throat as he could, groaning in disbelief at the ease with which she took him. The other boys were similarly dazed after having been in the same position, cocks buried so deep in the sexy college-aged blonde that their balls had rested against her chin. Her talented hands gave those she was jerking off no time to recover, but the guy left palming at her vast chest looked more than a little stupid even minutes after the incredible blowjob had ended.

Below her, Ryan was flagging but still thrashing her through a 2nd orgasm, her screams of pleasure muted by the cock she was wrapped around. For a virgin he was incredible, his big package and impressive athleticism compensating for his lack of experience. Her curvy body begged to be fucked as hard as her lover could manage, and he could manage quite a lot, gritting his teeth and marking her ass red as he palmed it roughly. Somehow even with her attention diverted by 4 more men she was able to throw herself against him like waves against the shore, contorting herself to take him deeper and deeper, eyes smiling hungrily down at his ecstatic expression.

Throughout all this Hannah had still been able to watch the events unfolding around Heather attentively, the situation feeling for a moment like it could have gotten out of hand. She worked her men automatically, stroking and sucking and fucking built into her muscle memory even as her attention was fixed on ensuring the safety of her friend, all five boys she was currently servicing groaning in unison at her incredible skill. With Max crawling off the mat to rejoin the crowd and Heather moaning in pleasure at the black guy claiming her body, she decided it was safe to focus on her own situation.

"Ryan," she said, spitting out the man in her mouth alongside a large gob of saliva that joined the rest streaked down her chin. Her big tits bounced as her arms glided back and forth over the pair of lengthy poles that flanked her. "You were great hun, but it's time to speed things up a bit."

Her younger lover groaned but accepted the decree, stopping his untamed pistoning into the stunning blonde and letting her rise to her feet, oily body catching the light erotically. None could resist palming at her body once she was upright, hands dipping down to smack her thick ass and squeeze her big natural breasts. Hannah basked in the attention, letting them do as they would, eyes closed in pleasure and small breathy moans spurring them on. One boy leaned forward nervously and planted his lips on hers, the older girl returning it eagerly with all the passion she would have shown to a boyfriend. She was a real crowd pleaser, beaming as she broke the kiss to bend slowly forward, centimeter by centimeter revealing her perfect pussy to them.

"Okay guys, don't fight!" she glowered at the virgins, who had immediately begun trying to shove each other aside, all wanting next crack at her. Her admonishing words cut deep, and shamefaced the boys formed a queue. The first guy, realising with a gleeful smirk that he'd ended up next in line wasted no time in spearing the blonde on his shaft, Hannah moaning with another big cock inside her. Just like Ryan he swung his hips hard and fast, which felt even better in the standing doggystyle position as he pulled the blonde's ass back to meet his powerful thrusts, her big tits swinging wildly with each pleasured contortion he fucked out of her.

"Shit!" the guy grinned, balls slapping roughly against the older girls cunt. "This is fucking amazing!"

"Unh!" Hannah moaned her agreement. "Anyone else, my mouth is free." She surveyed the boys waiting around the mat pointedly. "That means you guys too."

She'd expected more of a stampede from the waiting boys, who hadn't yet experienced either of the girls, but evidently many of them were fixated on Heather. She was breathless, the confident black boy making sure the busty cheerleader took every inch of his cock as he lifted her almost completely off it before pulling her into his rough thrusts so that each one penetrated her as deeply as possible, their crotches slapping together as he drove ten inches of thick black dick into her, the brunette gasping and whining every time. Their lips were locked, furiously making out inbetween the whimpers the boy tore from her, sucking each other lips like lovers reunited after years apart. Still, the pace at which he was fucking her had dramatically slowed, revealing how much he was flagging, and the others knew it would be their turn soon.

"My name's Roman," the guy fucking her announced suddenly, gritting his teeth as he thrust viciously up into her dripping cunt, hilting himself as deep as he possibly could. "Don't fucking forget it."

"I won't baby," Heather moaned, grinding her crotch against his balls as if to somehow take him even deeper, his body drilling into hers, but instead feeling his immense shaft scrape over her interior, every nerve igniting with pleasure as he drove her to a final orgasm. "Oh FUCK! You fucked me so good!" Her eyes rolled back in her head, body twitching like a spider, spasming walls finding nothing to grip onto as Roman slid out, depositing the cheerleader gently on the mat in a quivering ecstatic heap and turning to rejoin the crowd. The 9 waiting guys cheered, clapping him on the back as Heather's orgasm passed, letting her lie there for a moment in post-orgasmic bliss. Roman had been an incredible lover, she thought, already sure she would be hitting him up for round 2 after this was over.