Nope.

"Really, Megan?" you arch an eyebrow, looking down on the blond engorged on your cock, the all too familiar churning in your hairy balls failing to rise. "Is that really the best you can do? This from the girl who hands out blowjobs like candy on Halloween night?"

"I do not," the cheerleader protests, pulling her mouth off with a soft pop.

"Why don't I believe you?" you say, crossing your arms over your chest. "That's not what I've heard at school."

"That's not me," Megan sniffs, taking your prong in hand and gently stroking the spit-slick meat.

"Oh, please!" Taylor cries out. "She's a cock-hound! We all know it!" The other cheerleaders nod in agreement.

"I won't argue that I don't like cock," the blond says, shooting a dark glance at her friend with a playful, sensual lick of your bulbous head. "But it's really Taylor that's blown almost every boy in school, even some of the teachers. She just tells them to use my name instead of hers if they talk about it. Otherwise something nasty will happen to them." The cheerleader grins, her tongue dancing across your stretched skin. "'Sides, yours is the first cock I've ever tasted."

"You bitch!" the head cheerleader screams. "I'll get you for lying about me, you slut!"

"And she's your friend?" You smirk.

"It... has its moments." Megan shrugs and then giggles impishly. "She likes my tongue."

Taylor gasps.

"Well, then," you begin. "I have to ask, since it seems only fair. Do you want to be larger than that?" You nod at the head cheerleader's chest bound beneath the skimpy red and gold bikini. "Or would you rather I make her smaller?"