Start with the captain

“Well, he’s already thoroughly fucked all four of us,” Cindy declares proudly. “After all he is our brother. But of course he can fuck whoever he wants, because, well, because he’s John. But maybe introductions would be in order? And we are going to practice first, aren’t we?”

She turns to you and smiles. “So obviously you’ve met our captain now, this is Carly,” she introduces the full-busted babe who had spoken up. “And this is Amy and Bess,” she indicates the other two girls wearing the skirt outfits. They smile at you coyly and say “hi, John” in unison. Then she gestures toward the three girls wearing the shorts outfits. “And this is Harley and Jamie and Tess.” Who also give you big smiles.

Amy and Jamie, Bess and Tess, Carly and Harley. It strikes you as strange how all the girls’ names in your new world seem to rhyme as you look them over. Amy is also full-figured like Carly, but brunette not blonde and her ass is perhaps even rounder as even more of it seems to show than the others wearing skirts. Bess is a short little cutie with perky tits and a cute little butt. You look at the three girls wearing the shorts and it seems like each one’s shorts are even smaller and tighter than the one before, to the point where Harley’s pudenda is actually exposed.

“Ok then, let’s line up, girls,” Carly instructs. They stand in a straight line in front of you and start jumping around waving their pompoms. Their routine seems to consist mostly of shaking their tits then turning around and twerking their asses. If your cock wasn’t already constantly hard, it certainly is now. Then they start an actual cheer.

“Give me a F!” they shout.

“F!” the boys on the basketball team, who you thought weren’t paying attention, shout back.

“Give me a U!” they shout.

“U!” the boys shout back again.

“Give me a C!” they shout.

“C!” the boys respond.

“Give me a K!” they shout.

“K!” the boys echo back.

“What’s that spell?”

“FUCK!” the boys shout heartily.

“What’s that spell?”

“FUCK!” the boys shout again.

“What’s that spell?”

“FUCK!” the boys shout once more. Then they resume their ball drills like it was perfectly normal.

But the girls continue. “Fuck me!” they shout and step forward one step. “Fuck me!” and move forward again. “Fuck me!” and one more step and they are right next to you. Carly turns around and bends over, looks back over her shoulder and shouts “Fuck me, John!” twerking her ass against your raging cock.

You don’t need any clarification, you can see her pussy is already dripping wet. You simply grab her hips and plunge your steel rod deep into her needy cunt.

“Oh god, yes, John!” she screams. “Fuck me hard! Fuck your cheer captain hard!”

You pump her for all you’re worth. Despite her big ass and dripping pussy, she is incredibly tight and squeezing your shaft as tight as a vise. You reach around and grab her generous boobs, easily pushing aside the thin halter top. You squeeze them hard as you pump vigorously. You seem to have endless energy in your new world. The ecstasy of fucking has you in a fog but you become aware that the other girls are cheering you on. (They are cheerleaders, after all.)

“Go, John, go! Fuck, John, fuck! Faster! Faster! Harder! Harder!”

Your head is spinning as they shout their encouragement. “Shoot, John, shoot! Fill Carly’s pussy with your cum!”

And in fact, just as they shout that, you send spurt after spurt of hot jizz deep into Carly’s hot twat. You can feel her cum too as you both moan in unison. She slides off your cock and collapses in front of you, your seed running down her legs. You, of course, are still totally hard and ready for more.

“Ok, who’s next?” you smile, looking around at the other hot cheer bimbos.

“Me!” Me!” Me!” Me!” Me!” scream Amy and Jamie, Bess and Tess, and Harley.