You Hear a Knock On The Door

“Hey, Bella… I’ve got a few other people who are joining us after they’re done at the stadium, yknow.” You look out the ceiling-high windows of your luxury DFW condo, the planes hanging low in the sky as they land at the airport off in the distance. You hear your petite little cheerleader cocksleeve pouring a little something, a shaker with ice and turn around to see her, garnishing two cups with a sparkly pink mix.

“Mhmmm! I saw you talking to some of the girls and figured as much. I hope they’re the fun teammates!”

“I think they’re all pretty fun teammates, Bella…”

Bella struts around the island as she hands you your drink, clinking her glass on yours before taking a sip of whatever berryliscious smelling go-go juice she made for the two of you. “So we should have no problem in continuing the party, regardless of who comes!” Fair enough. You part your lips and let the sweet **** into your mouth, the syrupy liquid coating your throat before that slight twinge of a burn that builds in your throat, though only temporarily.

“Mmm, this is good, Bella,” you take another sip, “I never knew you were a cocktail connoisseur.”

She giggles shyly, her face flushing a rosy red: “Oh, you’re too kind Allie…”

“No, really. I don’t drink a lot but this is — I could drink this all day!”

Her cheeks brighten even redder: “Heehee, thanks cutie… but it really isn’t too complicated. At the base of it, anything’s a vodka-juice so as long as you’ve got the two base ingredients. It’s just like… adding a little more flair and spice to the initial drink is what makes it unique and fun.”

You lock on to her, the sparkling jewels that are her eyes suspended in time as though you were the only two people that mattered. There’s something a little more to your stare than your mind lets on, but you don’t get to figure out what it is before a firm rapping of the door comes from the front. “Speaking of a flair and spice to make things fun…” you stride towards the foyer of your apartment, the cold of the stone tile soon replaced by the radiant heating underneath your floors. You swing open your doors, revealing just what you had hoped to find.

“Heyyyyyy!” The voices ring out in unison, echoing through the hallway, and Nicky embraces you with a tight hug, “Thanks again for inviting us, you ready to party, girlie?” The twins stand just behind her, silent but still looking quite excited, given the circumstances.

You smile, the warmth of Nicole’s body just like the **** in your system, “Hey, you three — you made it! Come on in, I’m sure you’re eager to keep the party going,” you gesture in, letting the girls in. They’re all gorgeous, dressed in bodycon dresses that hug their curvy frames in all the right ways, their coats on top of them doing little to hide what beauty truly lies underneath.

“Wooooowwwww!” Nicky marvels, “I’ve never been inside your place but it is like, soooo nice!” She twirls around, her eyes aglow as she gazes upon your fancy accommodations. “You can’t honestly expect to live here alone, right Allie?”

“Heh, well depending on how much fun we have tonight, I might consider opening my doors…”

“So this is what being the vice captain is like…” Jillian muses, her voice much more reserved than Nicky’s.

“No, girlie — she’s a streamer! With all that e-girl money. Hell, we could do that! Hey, Allie, maybe we should form a Dallas Doves streaming group!!” Phoebe interjects, her eyes glued on to yours in earnest.

That doesn’t sound like a bad idea. “There’s definitely a lot of potential, I’ll admit,” you admit, “Though I think we need to figure out the logistics and planning behind getting the team to do something of that nature-“

Nicky blows a raspberry that resounds off the walls, “Planning, ‘schmanning’, we can let the managers figure that one out — once they hear ‘money’, they’ll be all over it!”

“Yeah, but… don’t you think we’ll be exposing ourselves a little too much?” Jillian blushes a slight tinge of tomato, her hands grasped around her breasts in a nervous reaction.

“Well, not really. It’s not like the fans don’t know our bodies anyways — we’re cheerleaders after all, that’s what we do.” Phoebe comforts her sister.

“I guess you’re right, sis.”

“Plus, it’s not all about showing your tits and dick, Jill,” you step in, “sometimes it’s just as simple as showing your every day life — I have my gaming room in the back. That’s where I do my regular streams.”

“O-oh. Well that doesn’t seem too bad… yeah, I like the sound of it.”

“It’ll be great! But as for the more ‘spicy’ content… that’s where my heart really races,” Nicky slowly takes off her coat, unveiling her dark green skin tight piece. “I can’t wait to get started if this gets approved.”

“You don’t have to wait…” a sultry voice comes from behind the trio of futas, “let’s call this our ‘practice run’ for just how well this streaming service could do…”

You look past your three other guests — Bella is lying on her side, her rosy pink skin highlighted against the white fur couch in the center of your living room. Her huge tits hang slightly down as an idle hand plays with them, the other snaking around a propped up leg, toying with a glistening pussy. She whispers like a cloud of smoke, her voice a siren’s lure: “Come and get it, girls.”

The three teammates look back, and you watch as their jaws drop, and something else rise. The already substantial bulges in each girl’s dress soon become pitched tents as the fabric stretches helplessly around the rapidly growing protrusions, their arousal made known to the room as their clothes begin creaking and straining.

“Mmmmm, Bella looks so… tasty. So nice to have,” Jillian almost speaks in a trance, her gaze fixated upon her sexy prey. Hers is the first dress to give out, but not out of sheer lack of quality, as four of her massive, pale, flared dicks rip the lower half to shreds, revealing the multiple pairs of heavy balls that sit behind each one, locked and loaded.

Phoebe isn’t too far behind, as she smiles while stroking her hand along the ripping dress: “I know… it’s like she’s built for bitch breakers like us. Built for-“ she grunts, giving a final thrust before her dress finally gives way as well — she sports the same features as her twin, all surging past 25 inches in porcelain length, “- these.”

“Oh I agree,” Nicky growls, the gravel of her voice laced with a sense of urgency — a sense of desire, of need. Instead of breaking out of the dress, the bulge snakes up, up, up her abdomen and to her torso, where her breasts envelop her package perfectly, guiding it to grow out of the neckline of her green dress. Her doubly wide cock slicks up her entire front half in a matter of moments, thickening and playing at her ever-dampening dress as she grabs at the hems of her top. “I think she can take all of us at once, too. Let’s test that theory.” With one smooth motion, Nicky tears the dress down the middle, discarding the fabric from her arms as the sleeves finally let go of her dulce de leche skin and fall to the floor. Her triplet of fat juicy balls, previously hidden away, now swell to a truly daunting size, each one bigger than her head. The three girls approach Bella and the couch, as Bella readies herself to take their nine incoming behemoths.

“Oh, fuck yes! Give it all to me — I can take it, I’m a good girl…”

That leaves you in view of the situation, watching the twins crowd around her slick entrance and Nicky at her mouth, observing as you figure what your own move is.