The boys

A raucous cheer resounded through the large space as the two girls entered, Heather leading the older blonde by the hand like a guest of honor, the 14 or so boys gathered hollering in excitement at the sight of the busty beauties in their skin-tight uniforms. Hannah recognised some of the faces of course, smiling at Trent and Max, Kevin, Troy, guys she knew peripherally through Ashley's relationship with Brandon, but most were new to her. Not everyone on the team was part of the same friend group, and there were enough backup players to keep Hannah out of the loop. Still, she was sure that they would have heard stories of the legendary Hannah Woodsen. Her breathing quickened; they were baying just as excitedly at the statuesque blonde as those who did know her.

"Morning boys," Heather called. The athletes were amassed around two crash mats placed on the floor. "Are these for us?"

"Don't want you grazing your knees," Kevin grinned. To his right Max looked like he might faint, finding his cheerleader crush parading in front of him in a skimpy outfit too much to handle. Heather giggled and waved at him, the lanky guys eyes rolling in their sockets as he fought to stay conscious. Trent elbowed him roughly in the ribs, bringing him back to his senses.

It felt like they were walking for an age before the girls came to a halt just in front of the crash mats, hands still clasped firmly together as the cheering boys leered at them. Heather felt immensely ****, the sheer number of men and the slightly crazed light in their eyes not exactly putting her at ease, before a soothing squeeze from Hannah flooded her with confidence. She looked at her friend, who gave her a reassuring smile before turrning to address the crowd.

"Hey guys," she called, her words eliciting another wave of cheers. "How do you want us?"

The response was barely coherent, but a rhythmic pulse of "STRIP, STRIP, STRIP" could just about be heard beneath the disorganised reply. Hannah grinned, wanting to see the cheerleader captain naked just as much as they did.

"Oh yeah?" She smirked, sliding behind Heather to lock their bodies together from the back. The younger girl moaned at the blonde's large breasts pressing against her, hands tenderly caressing her hips before starting to peel up her top. "Like this?"

The uproar actually ceased, the boys holding their breath while Heather's pale skin was slowly unveiled to them. Hannah bit her lip, grinning excitedly as the brunette trembled beneath her touch, ceasing her slow removal just as Heather's underboob hove into view, the boys drinking in her impossibly flat stomach and toned navel. Stroking her flawless skin Hannah grinned at the boys before whisking the top up, Heather's breasts bursting out into the gaze of 14 painfully hard young men. The cheerleader captain blushed, moaning as she felt herself tingle with arousal, as if the boys stares were physically connecting with her.

"Fucking amazing," Hannah whined, biting Heather's earlobe before burying herself in the younger girls neck once again, the boys unable to contain their hollering. Heather lifted her arms obediently, allowing Hannah to pull the sports top completely from her body, leaving her unsupported tits gyrating. They were indisputably the best pair anyone there except Hannah had ever seen, though it was still up for debate even for her. They were true melons, their impressive size matched only by their perfect proportions, the almost spherical globes capped off with elegant little pink nipples like rosebuds.

"Oh my God," Max groaned. Next to him Trent simply gaped, eyes bugging out at his sexy friends uncovered assets. No one said a word as Hannah reached around the younger girls body and began palming at the soft flesh, though many moaned as her breasts yielded under the ministrations. The loudest sound however was rustling, the men unsheathing themselves, too hard in their trousers to keep their dicks contained any longer. Heather was distracted, eyes closed as she moaned under Hannah's skilful touch, but when she opened them again to find herself surrounded by a vast array of cocks she felt her stomach do a flip. The smallest was maybe a little below average length, though with somewhat abnormal girth, while the largest was a foot long monster as thick as a coke can, belonging to a boy she barely knew who looked shocked to find himself the biggest there.

"Fuck," Heather breathed as she saw it, her words cutting through the almost reverent silence that had fallen over them and causing the loudest round of cheering yet.

"Cheerleader slut!" someone called, making Heather shiver at the degrading comment. The backup players didn't have the respect for her that her friends did. She couldn't believe how turned on she was by the thought of being manhandled by these men she barely knew, who she would usually feel contempt for if they weren't about to stick their cocks in her.

"Feels good doesn't it?" Hannah purred in her ear. "Knowing you're about to be used." Heather could only moan in response, melting back into her only to find the older blonde stepping away and shoving her forwards. She stumbled, her breasts jiggling under her as she collapsed onto the crash mat, the still fully-clothed blonde giggling at the dirty look Heather gave her. The younger girl couldn't hold it for long before she was joining in Hannah's excited laughter however.

There was a rumble among the boys, the cheerleader captains vulnerability encouraging them to inch forward, stroking their cocks as they went. Heather surveyed the wall of men, suddenly finding that the indescribable feeling in her chest was in fact giddy excitement. She reached out her arms, ready to take in hand whichever dicks got to her first.

"Hold on!" Trent called, noticing the way things were going. His cock was out, rock hard at the sight of his friends spectacular tits, and comfortably above average Heather noted. "Before we start, I think someone had first dibs on Heather."

There was a loud groan, the men coming to a stop as Max blushed violently. "Nah man forget it, I don't think..."

"Don't be a pussy Moxey!" someone yelled, the lanky guy reeling at the insult.

"Hurry up so we can have a go!" Another voice chimed in, sending Max furtively scurrying out from the crowd. His apparent embarassment had not prevented him from unsheathing his cock, the average length slapping repeatedly against the front of his jeans as he scrambled onto the mat with Heather, his quick pace slowing to a crawl as his beautiful crush looked lasciviously up at him.

"Hey Moxey," she purred, bright blue eyes twinkling. He crept nervously towards her, inexperienced hunter that he was.

"Hey," he managed weakly, whatever he was about to say next twisting into a strangled gasp as he drew close enough for her to reach out and wrap her hand around his length. He stiffened with shock, staring down at her in disbelief as she grinned smuttily and gave him two exploratory pumps, then lunged forwards and unceremoniously buried his length in her throat.

"Wooo!" Hannah cheered, throwing her arms upwards victoriously, the men letting loose their own celebratory cries as Heather launched into facefucking herself on Max Moxey's cock, **** and gurgling and heaving saliva all over his length while he twitched and spasmed in pleasure. It was a rougher blowjob than she would usually give; Heather enjoyed a slower, sensual style, making her man experience all her sexual prowess, but with 13 more cocks to service she couldn't afford to stand on ceremony. But then again, she was supposed to have someone to help her.

"Come on Hannah," Kevin shouted, noticing the same thing as Heather. "Why don't you show us some of the moves you learned at the stripclub?"

Excited whispering broke out among the athletes at that, all staring wide-eyed at Hannah, her stint as a stripper apparently news to them. The slutty blonde smirked at all the sudden attention, the promise of a striptease from her apparently for many a more enticing scene than Heather with her tits out throating a cock. Still, the cheerleader captain had her fair share of fans, boys watching with amazement at the aloof, even somewhat bitchy rich girl on her knees, **** on the dick of a boy whose advances she'd turned down multiple times.

"Sure," Hannah purred, starting to gyrate slowly to imaginary music. Even Max found his gaze drawn away from the girl sucking his cock as the older blonde swayed, caressing herself sensually, uniform so tight she may as well have been naked already. Heather spat out the shaft to allow herself a brief look back, admiring the blondes erotic movements before returning to her task with a smutty smile. She didn't want to compete with Hannah today. They were teammates, and every load of cum they took was a touchdown. Max throbbed in her mouth, dangerously close to giving one away already. She spat him out; it was never exciting when a team scored too early.

"Ready to fuck me Moxey?" she asked, stroking his shaft as she waited for a reply. He heard her immediately, turning his attention away from Hannah to gape open-jawed at her. She giggled coquettishly, miming schoolgirl innocence to lap away at his bulging cockhead like a lollipop, before losing patience as he continued to stare dumbly at her. Attention was drawn away from them as Hannah came inches away from pulling her top above her nipples, so her whispered instructions to Max went unnoticed. "Alright Max, it was cute before but you're starting to annoy me. You're going to take off your shirt, I'm going to stand up, and you're going to take off the rest of your clothes and lie down so I can ride you. Either man up or get the fuck out of here, I didn't come here to fuck little boys."

Max's brain finally kicked in, her harsh instructions sending him into a panicked frenzy of undressing. Heather rose as she had told him she would just in time to watch Hannah finally unveil her beautiful tits to the crowd, the boys universally groaning in amazement. The question of which girl had the better chest primarily came down to personal preference: they were almost equally large, Hannah's maybe a little bigger if you really looked, Heather winning on perkiness by a hair but only by virtue of Hannah's being more voluptuous, and the tone of their skin dependent on whether you preferred marble perfection or sunkissed ripeness. Hannah's nipples were a little darker, scarlet instead of rose, but both girls capped off their tits with the perfect finish for their respective bodies. The boys salivated as they looked from one girl to the other, completely unable to tell who they were going to enjoy fucking more.

With a winning smile the now topless Hannah sidled over to Heather, the boys watching her every move eagerly as she mounted the mat. Max Moxey looked up from the floor, lying naked on his back and waiting for Heather with his spit drenched cock sticking upright. The girl in question was biting her lip in arousal as she watched Hannah approach with impeccable bedroom eyes.

"May I?" Hannah asked, gesturing towards Heathers skirt. Heather nodded, directing the blonde to sink swiftly to her knees and plant her fingers inside its hem. With agonising slowness once again she peeled the garment down Heather's curvy ass, the boys behind her groaning at her toned cheeks, while the boys in front of her's jaws dropped at the prettiest shaved pussy they'd ever seen. The cheerleader captain clearly put time into shaving, yoga, anything to keep her cunt tight and trim, the hole almost too beautiful for them to want to ruin it. Almost.

"Wow," Hannah purred, kissing Heather's mound. "Ready to get fucked?"

Smiling beatifically Heather placed her hand on the older girls chin, lifting her back to her feet. "Always," she said as she kissed the blonde, the girls embracing each other completely, naked breasts bruising against each other while the watching boys gaped in silence. The kiss was a lot briefer than their untamed make-outs earlier, Hannah breaking away this time to shoot one last smile at the younger girl before turning back to the boys, her goddesslike ability to utterly please sexually ensuring she didn't leave them waiting too long.

"Hold on," Heather said, Hannah stopping in her tracks to turn back to the younger girl with a quizzical glance. She moved quickly, sinking to her knees just as Hannah had and repeating the favour of peeling down the blondes skirt. Unlike their breasts the difference in their asses was pronounced. Both were large of course, but Hannah's thick ass was considerably bigger than Heather's tight, toned cheeks, rippling as Heather delivered a slap that made the older girl shriek in surprise.

"Alright, gettem!" Trent shouted suddenly, the two girls looking around in shock. They hadn't noticed the boys with their arms behind their backs, who were now producing bottles that they wasted no time in aiming at the naked sex slaves and squeezing. Streams of oil shot at the cheerleaders flawless bodies, the girls squealing in surprise as the slippery liquid splashed against their skin. The boys laughed as they flailed, their bodies quickly coated in a thin layer of oil that reflected the gym lights obscenely off their bodies. Hannah spun around but slipped, laughing as she hit the mat hard, the bottle wielding boys quickly climbing up onto the mat as well to cover her while she was down. Heather couldn't stop laughing as the voluptuous blonde struggled to climb to her feet, repeatedly slipping back over.

"Alright that's enough," Kevin shouted, laughing just as hard as everyone else. The two girls had been incredible before, but with the oil coating their voluptuous bodies their every curve, every contour seemed heightened and irresistibly sexy. They looked at each other, the newfound sheen of their skin flooding their already dripping cunts with yet more moisture.

"Alright," Hannah called, breathless with the effort of trying to stand, still somehow erotic in her crumpled heap. "I can't get up, so you'll just have to come and get me. Virgins first. Trent, back off, I know you're not."

Heather giggled as Trent groaned, hoping news of his escapades hadn't reached the older blonde. A group of 5 or so boys broke from the crowd, stripping as they went, Hannah watching hungrily as they prepared themselves for her.

"What are you waiting for Heather?" Trent shouted, sullen. "Ride him!"

She beheld Max below her, cock jutting upright, waiting patiently for her to claim his virginity. Smiling excitedly she rolled over into a crab, stepping a leg either side of him as she prepared to mount him in reverse cowgirl. Max seemed to have used the time they were being squirted with oil to calm down, and so seemed completely relaxed as he took his cock in hand and held it in place for her to lower herself onto his shaft.