Time to switch places with Mitch

The brawny wrestler laughs at you. Megan looks like she wants to laugh too, but can't with Mitch's cock buried in her throat.

You start laughing along with them.

A confused look crawls over Mitch's face like a tepid spider. He slows the rhythm of his cock penetrating the blonde cheerleader's throat and says, "Why are you laughing?"

You close your eyes and picture yourself as Megan's boyfriend getting serviced by her right now while Mitch is the loser filming it.

The weight of the camera disappears from your hands and an incredible pressure surrounds your cock. You inhale sharply at the wonderful sensation and open your eyes to see Megan's lips wrapped around your rigid pole. Somehow, she looks more gorgeous than ever. Her cheerleader uniform and bouncy blonde pigtails make her look like a sex goddess. Maybe that's just your brain mixing signals, since the suction and pressure on your cock is pretty mind blowing.

Then you notice what's missing from the room. "Hey, where's Mitch?"

Megan pulls off. "Mitch? Um, I asked him to film us like you wanted me to, but he laughed and said no. Then he called me a slut for asking. Not that I mind! I'll ask again tomorrow if you think it will help!"

While Megan goes back to sucking your cock, you think about what went wrong. Obviously you can't just change Mitch, your powers only work on the cheer squad. Perhaps there's a way to be tricky about it?

You close your eyes again, fighting to concentrate and tune out Megan's terrific throat massage of your member and her own noises of enjoyment. You picture Mitch getting constantly harassed by every member of the cheer squad ever since kindergarten. Even Ms. Samson did her best to make his life hell once he got into high school. They all undermined his confidence, hassled him whenever he tried to work out, flirting with him then insulting him, and generally treated him the way that hot girls always treat losers. They even spread rumors about him and made sure that no girl would ever touch him. In short, they did everything they could to ruin him.

You open your eyes and hold back the urge to laugh. Mitch is there now, but he's scrawny instead of muscular, as if he's never worked out in his life. He's standing where you were a moment ago, holding the camera. Except that he's not ever looking up from it, he seems too shy to make eye contact.

"You enjoying yourself, Mitch?" you ask.

"Oh, god yes!" says Mitch without looking up from the view finder. "Thank you so much for letting me be here, this is the hottest experience of my life. It's almost like a threesome!"

Megan pulls off your cock and sneers at Mitch. "Shut up! It's not a threesome!" She turns back to you with nothing but devotion in her eyes, as if you were a god. Which you kind of are to her. She says, "John, baby, why did you want to invite him?"

"Two reasons. One, this video is going to be so hot. Having a camera guy is much better than just using a webcam. Two, give the loser a break, this is the closest he'll ever get to sex with a super hot cheerleader like you."

Megan smiles at the compliment, then returns her mouth to your cock. She pulls one hand off the floor and rubs one of her breasts through her top. You grab her ponytails with both hands and pull her onto your cock harder, faster, deeper. Mitch circles around the two of you, recording every angle of your conquest of the hot cheerleader.

Your balls are about ready to explode. You won't be able to hold out for long.