Cheerleader bathtub brawl

By now the entire cheerleader team had arrived in the tent, plus several more boys. Anne-Marie, lying naked in the mud in front of Ben Hoolihan, squealed and grabbed at the closest cheerleader skirt she saw, which happened to be in Kendra's hands. She tried to pull it over her hips, but it was instantly snatched away and accidentally shredded in a tug-of-war between Bonnie and Monique, forcing her to grab another one.

There just weren't enough clothes for all the girls! And not enough room in the bathtub to hide them! Susie was **** back out into the mud by Kendra, now nude and **** to join Gloria. Slick with soap, she crawled across the floor, reaching out blindly for the nearest piece of fabric she could get her hands on, which turned out to be a structurally important tent support.

The tent collapsed around them.

Susie grabbed a piece of the tent cloth and tried to pull it over her body, but it was much flimsier than she expected. Before she could manage to even conceal her breasts from the boys, the scrap of her fabric was torn from her hands by Bonnie, **** to conceal her own plump bosom. "Sorry," she shouted, seeing who she'd just robbed, before she was dragged back into the growing pile of naked, slippery cheerleaders, all wrestling over the same top.

The boys had stepped back to get a better view. And somewhere high above, a spotlight had flicked on.

A muddy depression in the earth, full of naked girls, all frantic to hide their bodies, wrestling over the same increasingly small bits of cloth. The tub had been tipped over and kicked out of the way, leaving the girls with nothing to hide behind but each other, as a crowd of curious young men gathered at the lip of the depression, laughing and looking down. The spotlight, shining down out of the heavens, made breasts and buttocks gleam as the girls rolled over each other, pinching and fondling and pulling hair and yelling at each other.

All thoughts of teamwork had gone out the window. It was every cheerleader for herself.

Susie pulled herself out of the melee and staggered unsteadily towards the rim of the pit, which seemed to be getting deeper and muddier. She glanced behind her. Gloria was sitting on Anne's face, pining her down as Kendra yanked a pair of pink strawberry-print panties down the blonde's kicking legs. Bonnie was pulling Monique's hair as she tried to pry the last remaining skirt from her grip, only to tear it apart.

She looked up, into the smiling face of Hank. Standing above her, looking down the muddy slope. Holding a hose.