Who Did Sean

A Couple of Hours Ago

As the hook for "What's Your Fantasy?" played, the three Sugarbees licked Sean’s face. Yelena and Jasmine did so on each of Sean's cheeks while Bianca ran her tongue underneath Sean's raised chin, stopping only to kiss him passionately at the end.

"Wowie, wow! The Sugarbees sure are--" Suzie Unser started to say.

"Don't talk to me," Caterina hissed, with steam seemingly pouring off her body.

While Caterina and the unwanted Suzie watched from Sean's left, Sienna commented on the lap dance display on the opposite side.

"Tacky...unladylike."

A mix of a sharp breath and a sniffle sounded from her side.

"Jealous?! I've never been jealous over any guy, Rylee," the ice queen stated, earning a slight head shake from her best friend. "Oh, regretful. Why would I be that?"

And while Sienna and Rylee engaged in one of their unique conversations, another pair of close friends watched in semi-shock from a spot directly facing Sean.

“Are they seriously…Whoa! They are licking him,” Rory stated in disbelief.

“You'd better head over now if you want the next hop on Sean’s lap,” Delilah teased.

“What?! I’m not giving him a lap dance!” the blonde exclaimed before lowering her voice. “At least not in front of everyone.”

“Yeah, I think Bey might not like you on top of her ex,” Delilah remarked.

“I’m not worried about Beyza! I don’t want Austin clotheslining Sean out of his chair!” Rory pointed out. “Why don’t you get next?”

“I already had my turn. We sang a lovely duet.”

“Really?” Rory asked, grinning.

"Just like old times," Delilah replied. But then, she spotted trouble coming. "Uh-oh."

“That’s it! Stop right now, skanks!” Cat shouted her order as she stormed over to Sean and the Sugarbees.”Get off!”

“You get away, Quill. We have an agreement with Whitney,” Bianca reminded, sitting back on Sean’s lap.

“Yeah, back off, bitch,” Yelena responded, glaring at her archrival.

“Don’t speak to me, homewrecker,” Caterina snapped, holding her hand in front of the blonde’s face while she turned toward Bianca. “I’m not Whitney.”

“No shit. So just move along, little kitty. Sean’s mine for now,” Bianca proclaimed, wrapping her hands around his neck. Then, she pulled Sean’s sputtering face into her cleavage.

“Get the fuck off!” Cat demanded again, shoving Bianca’s shoulder.

“Don’t touch her!” Yelena responded with a hard shove of her own.

“Whitney agreed to let us–” Jasmine began to say.

“Whitney’s not here. I am! And I’m ending the agreement. You wanna end the truce?” Cat challenged.

“Getting a bit big for your britches, huh?” Bianca questioned. “I doubt Whitney gave you the power to override her commands.”

“Well, Cat is a big bitch,” Yelena snickered.

“That’s it! Let’s finish it. Right here, right now!”

However, before Caterina and Yelena could settle the score for once and all, a blur in a mustard yellow dress slid between the two nemeses. It seemed to be Delilah’s lot in life to play peacemaker these last two years between the squads.

“Now, let’s play nice, girls. Remember the reason for tonight,” the dark-skinned dancer reminded.

“Screw that. Rory, grab Tarver’s wheelchair,” Cat ordered, spotting her cheermate lingering nearby.

“I, well, um, I don’t want to…maybe you shouldn’t cause any problems, Cat,” Rory suggested, hemming and hawing over whether to help or not.

“You’re no help,” the cheer co-captain snapped before snarling. “Get off of Tarver!”

“No. We’re still rewarding Seanie for saving your captain’s life. Besides, doesn’t the hero get a say?” Bianca asked, turning to face him. “Are you enjoying your reward, Sean?”

"Uh, yeah," Sean responded, still in a daze due to the Sugarbees' magic.

“Fucking useless people,” Cat grumbled before emitting a high-pitched whistle.

“Cat, what are you doing?” Delilah questioned as she knew that whistle quite well.

“Tarver is cheer property,” the bottle blonde proclaimed. “You, of all people, should know that.”

“Wow, talk about delusional much,” Yelena scoffed at her rival’s declaration.

“Y-You can’t own a boy. Th-That’s slavery!” Jasmine screeched with a horrified expression.

“That’s unless Sean here wants to be a sex ****,” Bianca teased from Sean’s lap. She shoved her cleavage forward momentarily before pulling it back. Then, looking down at the dazed teen’s face, she teased. “Does little Seanie wanna be my plaything?”

“Sean is not anyone’s sex **** or plaything!” Delilah declared. “How about if both squads back away from him?”

“Don’t worry, Lilah, I’ll share my plaything’s joystick with you. It does feel big.” Bianca winked at her co-captain while sliding back and forth across the horny hero’s lap.

“Tarver’s mother was a cheer captain. That makes him ours,” Caterina stated. “So get the fuck off him!”

“You can’t just claim Sean because Aunt Bridget was–” Delilah started to argue until the arrival of three girls distracted her.

“What’s up, Captain?” YoYo inquired with a mock salute before she noticed Whitney wasn’t in sight. “Wait, who called us?”

“I think this one did,” Kizzy responded, gesturing unenthusiastically at the varsity co-captain. “What do you desire, Ol’ Bitchy One?”

“Drop the attitude, little Beal,” Cat growled at her close friend’s younger sister while Yelena chuckled at the disrespect.

Harley shook her head slightly while watching her big cheersister with worry. Unfortunately for the young redhead, Cat spotted the movement.

“Harley, Yolanda, wheel Tarver out of here.”

“To where?” YoYo asked.

“I don’t know! Uh, take him toward the bathrooms,” Cat ordered. “You too, Kizzy.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so!”

“Uh, I guess we need to take you, Sir Sean,” Kizzy said half-grumpily.

“Sir Sean? How fascinating,” Bianca responded with a small laugh. With a soft pat to his cheek, the dancer captain gracefully hopped off Sean’s lap. “Another time, hero.”

“Where are you going?” YoYo challenged upon seeing Caterina walking away.

“To get something,” the bottle blonde yelled over her shoulder. “Harley is in charge.”

---

Caterina's left blue eye twitched as the large, blood-filled shaft popped out of the unzipped dress slacks. The eye twitched again, then again as the experienced blowjob queen appraised one of the biggest dicks she'd ever seen. Harvey's cock is clearly larger, and so is…hmm, nope, no way. Tarver is definitely not the second largest, but he's neck and neck with Kessler, at the very least. Okay, maybe the book nerd is in the top five–make that top six.

“Not bad,” Cat said.

“Uh, I don’t think we should be in here,” Sean remarked, his voice filled with worry.

Looking around the small storeroom, Sean was concerned they might be trespassing. And unlike Whitney's confident ability to talk herself into any room, Sean didn't trust Caterina or how she got a keycard. Honestly, the cheerleader was mean and cruel. So he didn't put it past her to threaten or **** a worker for that keycard. Holy crap! What if Caterina stole it?!

“Stop acting like a little bitch,” Cat ordered. Then, glancing down at his uncovered cock, she mumbled, “Such a waste.”

“No, we definitely shouldn’t be in here. Wait, why did you bring me in here?” Sean asked, suddenly filled with dread.

“Great. You’re a moron besides a loser,” Cat commented, glancing up at the ceiling as if to ask why me. “Why do you think?”

“Oh, gawd!” Sean exclaimed. Suddenly, he feared not only for his life but also for the well-being of his exposed dick. “I never did anything to you! Why do you want to hurt me?!”

Cat’s head snapped back as she stared at Sean as if he’d grown a second head or horns.

BANG BANG

“Hey, what’s going on in there? Are you alright, Sean?” YoYo yelled through the door.

“He’s fine!”

“No! Help me! She’s going to cut off my dick!” Sean screamed, spotting a shelf with kitchen knives.

“What?!” the screech sounded from the other side of the door.

Next, the door handle rattled as someone yanked hard. However, it was locked and didn’t budge much.

“We’re coming, Sean!” Kizzy screamed through the door.

“What is wrong with you?” Cat snapped at Sean. “I’m not going to cut your dick off.”

Turning around, she ordered the Babybees away from the door before opening it just enough to stick her head out. Immediately, Cat saw Kizzy with balled fists, ready to lunge forward.

“What’s wrong with all of you? Gawd! I’m going to suck it, not cut it.”

“Oh! Well, yeah, that does make sense for you,” YoYo responded.

“No, no, you can’t do that! Whitney decides who does that to Sean,” Kizzy declared.

Standing the farthest away, Harley nodded firmly in agreement with her best friend.

“I don’t need Whitney’s permission…and don’t you dare run and find her,” Caterina warned, suspecting that Kizzy would run off and tattle. “You three are going to stay out here and watch for anyone who might interrupt us. Got that?”

“Can I watch you do it?” YoYo asked, dying to see Sean’s exposed cock.

“What? No, you can’t!” Cat snapped. “Just for that, you can go be the lookout around the corner.”

---

A mix of frustration and anger sounded as Caterina pulled her mouth off Sean's cock. While she wasn't sure about the time–there wasn't a clock in the storeroom, and she wasn't about to check her phone–Cat thought it'd been close to ten minutes. So with a scowl, she raised her head to glare at Sean.

“What’s your problem, Tarver?” Cat demanded. “Just fucking cum and get it over with.”

A shiver ran down the teenager's spine as Sean felt a tiny sliver of fear again. Despite Cat's denials, he was still unsure if the mean girl planned to hurt him somehow. So if there were any problems with Sean, it came partly out of fear and partly from having been drained a few times already. Skye and Whitney had proved exceptionally gifted in the cocksucking department.

“I-I’m just not feeling it.”

You’re not–argh!” Cat sounded.

Frustrated, she grabbed his shaft with a strong grip before lowering her head enough to lick his plump head's underside. The cheerleader's tongue swirled around the end of Sean's member several times. Then, it danced downward with rapid movements that never seemed to disconnect Cat's tongue from Sean's body entirely. The talented girl then flicked her tongue out with tiny pecks on the upward pass. Long slathering slurps followed down each of the shaft's sides.

The bottle blonde returned to the original position with her tongue under the plump head. Her tongue repeatedly worked over the same area as if washing a dirty spot clean. A hand moved down to check his balls, leaving her pleased that they felt full. Yet, when Caterina glanced up to check Sean's expression, her ire rose another level.

How fucking dare he?! Cat screamed inside her mind. Sean appeared to be sitting here nonchalantly, almost as if he sat in a class that mildly interested him. No goody-goody guy is going to mock me. I’m the best!

With growing fury, Cat felt she’d had it with playing nice. Pulling his shaft toward her mouth, she stretched her lips wide around the girth before clamping down.

Sean felt the sudden wet warmth as her mouth surrounded his sensitive head while she hummed loudly and aggressively. Then, as if Cat flipped a switch on, a powerful air vacuum moved inside her mouth as she began sucking.

The suction intensity increased as if another switch had been flipped on. Finally, after the fifth level, the vacuum turned off. That sent an increasingly agitated Sean back to his comfort zone. Sean would have exploded if any other girl had sucked at the level. However, Caterina was probably the only girl–wait…definitely Olena too– who frightened Sean enough not to explode into her mouth.

Next, the cheer co-captain took more and more into her mouth. She didn't deep throat or anything, but the zestful bobbing came close enough for Sean to think she might. Finally, however, Cat returned again to her standing position with only his head in her mouth. That's when she squeezed tightly around his shaft before jacking it.

In her anger, Caterina misread the signs. A grip too tight caused Sean to moan painfully, which she relished as she thought it came from his pleasure. Assuming incorrectly that Sean’s audition was near the end, Cat reached with one hand to stroke his balls. Then, thinking that would spur on the eruption, Cat readied her mouth.

The present didn’t come as expected. Rather than a volcanic explosion of hot and globby sperm, Cat’s tongue found a slow seepage of precum. Mmmh, that tastes surprisingly delicious. Wait! This fucker didn’t cum!

Now at Temper Level: I’ll Strangle You, Caterina dropped her mouth down far over the traitorous cock. Bobbing hard and fast, she switched to her fast and furious technique. Taking a half inch more on each bob, Cat’s lips began to feel sore from all the sucking. She cursed as she estimated that her efforts had surpassed the fifteen-minute mark at the very least.

On one pullback, the irate teen rechecked Sean's facial expression. What Cat saw almost made her grit her teeth. Fortunately, she didn't, for Sean's sake. Instead, with a hiss that Sean felt, Cat cursed him for making her resort to her finishing move. A tactic that she'd only used on two men before, the bottle blonde couldn't believe she had to use it on a classmate like Tarver.

Bracing herself, Caterina increasingly took Sean further down her throat than before. Eventually, with steady breathing and kill, Cat pressed her mouth barely up against Sean’s groin as she successfully deepthroated the teen.

Yet, her blowjob finisher didn't result in hot spurts against the back of her throat. Nothing hot, warm, gooey, or globular came out. Rolling her eyes up, Cat fumed with one of the most intense bursts of fury she could recall at Sean's neutral expression.

In reality, Sean wasn't bored or mocking the girl on her knees before him. Rather, Sean's brain had experienced a series of pleasure pops only moments before. Cat's efforts had reduced his brain to mush with her incredible cocksucking skills. Still, fear won out as the teen imagined what might happen to him if he came inside her mouth. Looking back on the situation later on, Sean would feel sheepish as he realized that his not cumming was what pissed Caterina off more.

“You fucking, little shit! Do you think you’re better than me? I’m the fucking queen! You will bow to me,” Cat vowed, standing up.

“Is everything okay in there?” Kizzy yelled through the door.

“Mind your own fucking business,” Caterina roared.

Sean watched as the cheerleader co-captain began shimmying up her metallic silver mini-dress. It took his befuddled brain several long seconds to process why she raised her dress up. Then realization hit home as he saw that Cat had no underwear on. Strangely, it made so much sense that Sean found it funny. Cat didn't appreciate the small chuckle.

“Are you mocking me, Tarver?”

"Am I, Quill?" Sean shot back. He didn't realize that only a few people called Cat by her last name. That group started with Yelena and mainly featured enemies.

“Don’t call me that!”

“Stop calling me Tarver!”

“Fuck you, Tarver! I’m going to make you cum. Nobody shows me up.” Cat’s scream caused a pair of gasps from behind the door.

“I’m not showing–Hey, no, don’t–what are you…” Sean trailed off in shock as the furious blonde crawled onto his lap.

Cat took hold of the large cock, fighting off any thoughts about how good such a big one would feel.

“Whoa! I don’t want to do this,” Sean stated as Cat lifted to get in the proper position.

“So I’m not good enough for you?” the blonde hissed, looking down into his eyes.

“You’re mean and cruel.”

“And you’re a whiny, nerdy bookworm.”

“Then why are you doing this?”

"To keep you away from the Sugarbees, duh," Cat responded. She shook her head as if it were obvious. Still, she mumbled another reason that Sean wasn't sure he heard correctly. "And to beat Whitney to it."

With that, Caterina lowered herself down onto Sean’s cock.

---

Present-Time

“How long?” Bridget asked.

“I’m not really sure. It felt like forever, but was probably closer to fifteen minutes,” Sean estimated.

“And Caterina orgasmed?”

“Uh, yeah. That pissed her off even more than when I tried to kiss her,” Sean admitted sheepishly.

“She slapped you for that, too?”

“No…I just got a tongue-lashing about the nerve that a nerd like me had to give her one. I think she wanted to do more than yell, but that’s when the Babybees wheeled me away.”

“I’m so proud of you, honey!” Bridget said, beaming with pride.

Sean didn’t quite feel like he’d done anything to make his mother proud. If anything, it felt even weirder as his mom had slowly stroked his dick during the entire story retelling.

“I didn’t really do anything.”

“Of course you did! You staved off an orgasm long enough to impress an experienced girl like Caterina. Trust me, honey, cheerleaders talk. By the time school starts back up, your legend will grow,” Bridget declared. “Staying power is a huge asset at your age. So is this big cock.”

“Uh, I was mostly wiped out from Whitney and Skye, and it was a really awkward fit in the wheelchair. But the biggest reason was fear that Cat might kill me,” Sean admitted. He tried to shake off the part about his mom praising his dick size. It felt pretty fucked up.

“Don’t overlook the valuable lesson you learned. You don’t need to think about baseball or an ugly woman. Just remember that fear when you want to hold off cumming,” Bridget advised. Then, she began to move. “In fact, remember that fear because you better not cum inside Mommy under any circumstances.”