Rah! Rah! Rah!

Muffy pushed the now unbuckled belt further apart, opened the button at the top of his fly, and tugged the zipper down. The raspy sound of metal grating on metal as the teeth of the zipper moved apart sounded as loud as a drum-roll. Harry's baggy pants dropped down around his ankles. As Muggy hooked her fingertips into the waistband of Harry's tightie-whities she noticed a large, sticky spot at the front. She crinkled her nose in disgust; the little perv had been leaking pre-cum throughout the evening. All the naked flesh on display had aroused him to the point of ooze.

With the white jockeys down with the pants, Muffy lifted the semi-hard cock with one hand, and used the palm of her other to wipe away the clear, shiny goo. A few strokes of her fist and Harry was good to go. Ready for the prettiest girl in school to suck him off. And in front of a ton of witnesses. He just prayed that he won't 'pop' before she had put it in her mouth.

With jaws held wide, her right fist still gripping the shaft, Muffy leaned forward. Harry closed his eyes and sighed loudly when the blonde locked her lips around his dick. He reached down with both hands to cradle her head, but she batted his hands away with her left and pulled her head back. "Don't touch me!" she snarled. "Just stand there while I blow you and keep your hands to yourself."

Resuming her knobber, Muffy rested her left hand on Harry's hip for balance as she begin to rock back and forth. Her lips and fist slid along the length. Milking his cock. Trying to make him cum. Although she did not want to be doing this — not with Harry, anyway — she figured the better she performed, the sooner it would be over.

As she lurched to-and-fro, she began to suck. Causing her cheeks to sink in as she created a vacuum around the head of the cock she was sucking off. Soon, the crowd started to chant, as if Muffy, who was wearing a cheerleader costume, was leading them at a pep rally.

"SUCK. . . SUCK. . . SUCK. . .!"

Without changing her rhythm, she lifted her left hand to flip her middle finger at everyone.

Within minutes, Harry's hips started to buck. Muffy flicked her eyes up to glance at his face. She saw his lips tightly pressed together and stretched back. His eyes were clenched closed and the muscles of his necks were bulging from the strain of teetering on the verge of an orgasm.

Seeing his face, Muffy renewed her efforts, lurching back and forth frantically. Her fist squeezing tightly as it pumped. She sucked as hard as she could. Moving her hand away from his hip, she grabbed his balls to cup them snuggly with her soft palms and fingers.

"GO! . . GO! . . GO! . . GO! . ." the crowd repeated, matching their cadence to the thrusting of Harry's pelvis.

"ARRRRRGH!" he cried out, clasping Muffy's head despite her previous warning.

Muffy continued to suck and pump, coaxing him through his climax as he discharged inside her mouth. Harry's spewing cum flooded Muffy's oral opening to over-flowing. The torrents of his protein shake caused her cheeks to bulge, and a bubbly mixture of spit and sperm gushed from the corners of her lips. His cock kept on twitching and spurting, shooting out glob after thick glob of his hot boy-cream.

When the ejaculation finally ended, Muffy jerked her mouth off the spent dick while she snapped both of her hands upward and outward, knocking Harry's hands away. She coughed out that large wad of cum, making loud hoicking noises as she repeatedly spat onto the floor. The sperm floated around on a layer of Muffy's salvia. Standing up, she elbowed her way through the throng, hurrying towards the beer coolers. A popping sound announced the sharp point of the beer opener piercing the icy steel top. Muffy tilted her head back and took a big swig of the brew. But, like had with Harry's cum, she did not swallow. Instead, she swished the cold drink around and then, leaning forward, expelled it onto the floor. A real lady.

Meanwhile, the rest of the party-goers were applauding and cheering Harry. Several males patted him on the back. And Harry... if one were to look up term shit-eating-grin in a dictionary, there would be a line drawing of Harry's expression.

However, not everyone was focussed on congratulating the conquering hero. The topless cow-girl strode up to Harry as if facing off for a gunfight. "Alright, Harry. Talk. Where are they?"

"Oh, yeah," Tom agreed cheerfully, as if he had forgotten why Muffy had publicly sucked off Harry in the first place. "Hey, Muffy," he cupped his hand to his mouth as he yelled across the room. "Don't you want to know where the missing guys are? You are the one who paid for the information."

Squinting at Tom with all the hatred she could muster, Muffy again flipped the bird.