Message-ID: <55875asstr$1179321001@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: p77g2000hsh.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: rache <rache696@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <1179310610.321224.235270@p77g2000hsh.googlegroups.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 16 May 2007 10:16:50 +0000 (UTC) User-Agent: G2/1.0 X-HTTP-UserAgent: Mozilla/5.0 (Windows; U; Windows NT 5.1; en-US; rv:1.8.1.3) Gecko/20070309 Firefox/2.0.0.3,gzip(gfe),gzip(gfe) Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: p77g2000hsh.googlegroups.com; posting-host=203.177.249.81; posting-account=qBK25Q0AAACTpvYY3RGCixMIsuvRRKwm X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 16 May 2007 03:16:50 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Losers by Rachael Ross (Mm+/f+, Teen, Cheerleaders! Cons, Interr, Size, Group Orgy, CP, Impreg) Lines: 706 Date: Wed, 16 May 2007 09:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2007/55875> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw Losers Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults only. Story Codes: Mm+/Ff+, Teen, Cheerleaders, Consensual, Interracial, Size, Group Orgy, Cream Pie, Impregnation Note: I saw a picture by Calen West, an artist who's work I really like, and it made me want to write a story based on it. So that's what I did, killing a couple hours during lunch. -rr Losers by rache "Okay girls, this is the playoffs! We really need to win this one if we're going to the district finals." Ms. Benson was giving us our little pep talk. "So I want to see some real energy out there, okay? This is their gym, it's their court, and those are their fans out there, but..." "Yeah, yeah..." I murmured to my best friend Kristen. "You got any gum" "I got some ABC gum." She grinned at me, sticking a bit of pink bubble gum she'd been chewing out between her lips. "Great." I made a face, but I took it anyway, putting my lips on hers and biting off some of it. We giggled as we pulled our mouths apart, drawing a long skinny strand of gum between us. "Hey! Am I boring you two ladies?" Ms. Benson stared at us. "No...Uh-uh..." We shook our heads and looked down, trying to be contrite, but we were still smiling. "The boys need our help, so no monkey business! We're the Valkyries! Everybody huddle up now!" Ms. Benson wanted to be a man, I thought, and probably would have been a pretty good football coach. But she was a woman and one of the gym teachers, for the girls, and the cheerleading coach. We were all cheerleaders, me and Kristen and eight other girls, all between the ages of 15 and 17 years. I was just fifteen, a freshman, and so was Kristen, so we got picked on a lot by Ms. Benson anyway. We were cheering this night for our basketball team, who were visiting our arch-rivals across town, the Rams. We were the Vikings, all our high school sports teams were Vikings, and so the cheerleaders were called the Valkyries. I'd looked it up though and Valkyries take dead warriors to Valhalla after a battle, so I wasn't really sure that was the best name for us. Death and teen athletics didn't seem to go together, but I was always thinking too much anyway, probably. The Rams' cheerleaders were called the Lambs though, and that was really stupid. I was glad I wasn't a Lamb. Luckily I wasn't all brains, because that would have sucked. I was pretty good looking too and that was why I was a cheerleader. I mean we all looked great and it was a big school, with lots of girls trying out, so we were sort of the elite, you know? But I'm not really stuck up or anything. My name is Katie, which I don't like much, but I didn't have a choice in it. I think babies should get numbers when they're born, because you can't really tell who they are until they grow up a little. Like I wasn't a Katie at all, I was more like a Paris, I thought, since I was tall and blonde and really hot with a well developed body for being just fifteen. I had B cup boobs, nice and firm ones too. A narrow waist and round hips with no baby fat at all, they were just naturally perfect. I liked my hips, and my ass of course! God, who wouldn't love my firm round ass? And great legs, really long because I was already 5'6" and still growing. We all had great legs because when you're a cheerleader that's mostly what you do, work on your legs. Like people think cheering isn't a sport? Bite me! It's work, like 7 days a week, and we sweat our asses off in the gym, on the field, everywhere. I was probably stronger than any of my brothers and they were all older than me. My brother Jake was one of the forwards on the basketball team. He was like 6'3" and I thought that was a good sign, all my brothers being really tall like my dad, because I'd be tall too. So we were getting our pep talk, sitting there in our red and white cheerleading uniforms, which were just short pleated skirts, tight nylon tops that stretched over our braless breasts, exposing our flat tummies and pale shoulders, and little red thongs that we all hated because they tended to ride tight when we danced. But Ms. Benson said we were there to pep the crowd and so that's why we had to give them something to be pepped about...Or something. I think she was just sort of a lesbian. "Oh God..." Kristen was shaking her head. She was really pretty too, a little smaller than me, just 5'2 probably, and small all around with firm little boobs and a pert little butt. She did all the flying, I mean Kristen was the girl we tossed into the air and stuff, because she only weighed like 90 pounds I bet, if even that much. She had short blonde hair, kind of feathered and I liked it, but not as much as I liked mine, which was long and thick and wavy. "Yeah." I sighed. We were losing, our team down by 8 points with just 3 minutes left to go. We'd cheered like crazy and pepped the crowd as best we could, but they were mostly Rams fans, so mostly we just got a lot of hoots and whistles from jerks who wanted to stroke themselves off probably. They'd yell stuff like "Take it all off, baby!" or "Show us your tits!" Bunch of pervs, especially the old guys, cause there were a lot of parents there, you know. But it was just across town, so we had a little section of our own anyway, and they clapped and yelled and cheered with us. When the Lambs did their halftime dance number our section made sheep noises, like "You're so baaaaaa'd" and stuff like that. "Hey, you know why they wear kilts in Ireland?" Janey leaned over. She was a senior and totally dense, but totally hot too. She'd been the homecoming queen and she'd be the prom queen too, everybody knew it, but most especially her. "Scotland." I corrected her. "Scotland, whatever." She gave me a look. "You know why?" "Nope...no..." Me and Kristen shrugged. "Cause sheep can hear a zipper a mile away!" She giggled and Kristen laughed. I laughed too, but only as much as I had to. Janey was our captain so I had to kiss her ass sometimes. "Come on girls, it's a timeout...Let's give 'em a number eight!" Ms. Benson was getting us up for one last try. We weren't into it though, but we cheered and danced and generally tried to give our fans some energy, but the home crowd was pretty loud by then, sensing their impending victory. "Shoot, we lost." Kristen sighed and I nodded. "I so hate it when we lose." "Yeah." I agreed. "Me too." The final score was 74 to 71 and our guys had made a real try at the end, and even come close to tying it, but my brother's shot at the buzzer, a long, too long three pointer, fell short, banging off the rim uselessly and that was it for us. The fat lady was singing, and she was very fat that night, sitting over us like a black cloud as we sat on our folding chairs, holding our red and white pom-poms, and waiting for what we knew was coming. "Well ladies." Ms. Benson paced in front of us, shaking her head. "We gave it a good try, you girls should be proud of yourselves. I am and so are our fans. I didn't see any mistakes out there, you girls..." "Yo! Valkyries!" It was the coach for the Ram's cheerleaders, a short, compact black woman. Attractive in a gymnast sort of way. Most of the students at their high school were black, and so were a lot of the teachers. Our school was mostly white, but not cause of segregation or anything dumb like that, it was just the way our city was, the way the neighborhoods were. Black people tended to live over here, and white people lived over there. "Yeah, hold on a sec, Wanda!" Ms. Benson called over her shoulder, annoyed at the interruption. "My boys are waiting. You know the way, right?" The woman chuckled and turned around. She was just rubbing it in and Ms. Benson frowned. "Well, you know the drill, ladies. I wish it was the other way around, our boys deserve it, but it just didn't happen." She clapped her hands. "So let's go, boy's locker room. Move it!" They were waiting for us when we got there, of course, nine big sweaty black guys and their coach, who was a white guy, strangely enough. They hadn't even bothered changing and the big locker room smelled of sweat and male excitement. Ms. Benson held the door open and I glanced over my shoulder to see the other cheerleading coach, that Wanda woman, taking Ms. Benson by the arm. She was probably a lesbian too and that's the way it always was when we lost, the other cheerleading coach would get Ms. Benson for her girls to play with. When we won, that was a lot better because we'd get the other coach, and our team would get the cheerleaders. We were always rough on that coach too, taking out all the frustrations we might have for our own on her. I mean we couldn't very well make Ms. Benson pay for being so tough on us all the time. For making us run laps, or do leg kicks until we were ready to throw-up. So we took it out on the loser and I had no idea what ten black teenage girls would do to Ms. Benson, but it probably wouldn't be too much fun for her. "Goddamn...gonna get me some of that...Mmm, smell that pussy...that little one is mine...gonna fuck some...Yo bitch..." And that was about all the meaningful conversation we were going to get probably. Those guys were big, all of them well over six feet tall, and muscular because basketball is a serious contact sport, don't kid yourself. I could already see some of them squeezing their hardening cocks through their shorts and a few of those lumps looked pretty big. "You guys got condoms?" Janey asked, since she was the captain and sort of in charge when Ms. Benson wasn't around. Plus she just naturally liked to assert herself, being extremely popular as well as beautiful. "Condoms?" Their coach laughed and he was pretty tall too, and maybe 45 with a bald head. "This is districts, girl. We play for keeps now, didn't your coach tell you that?" "Uh..." Janey swallowed hard because Ms. Benson did tell us that. The winners wore condoms during the regular season, but for the playoffs no protection was required or even allowed for the girls, none at all and so none of us were on the pill of course. We got drug tested every week, just like the players. Except they were looking for more than just marijuana in our urine. "Yeah." The man nodded. "I knew she did. Don't worry, a few months from now everyone in the city will see you girls and remember how the Vikings lost tonight." All the guys laughed at that, and Janey's face got red because she knew the man was right. Maybe not all of us would get knocked up, but I knew I was ovulating, my mom tracked it and both my parents were more than a little worried about this game and what would happen if we lost. It was gonna be hard telling them when I got home, but probably they already knew. "This sucks." Kristen whispered, cause she was ovulating as well. All of us on the squad got our periods about the same time for some reason. Ms. Benson said it was natural because we were all so close, spending most of our time together, and girls who did that sorta synched up or something. I don't know if it was true, but it coulda been, and so maybe all ten of us would be seriously pregnant by the end of the night. "Come here, baby...Your the one I want first...Let's go over here...Come on, bitch...Get your sweet ass over here..." All the guys were taking their pick now, but more than likely we'd each end up being fucked by at least three or four of them. "Hey, slut!" A really big guy was grabbing my arm, tugging at me gently to come with him to an open spot on that rough carpet. "You're sweet as hell, baby. You're gonna love what I got for you!" "Don't call me a slut." I told him, letting him know I wasn't happy. "Hey, don't be a sore loser...Yet!" He chuckled and that was an old joke and not very good. I wasn't a slut though. Maybe some of the girls were, like Renee. God, she'd fuck anything that stayed still long enough for her to sit on. But most of us were just normal teenagers. Like I had a boyfriend, my very first one since I'd been too young before in some people's opinion. But my parents had finally given in and when Dave asked me out I'd been really happy to say yes. He was a junior, almost 17 already, and seriously cute. Dave wasn't gonna be happy about this though, because we'd been dating 3 months and the most I'd let him do was play with my boobs a little at the movies while we made out. I was scared to let him go farther, you know, cuz I was just fifteen. Once he found out we'd lost to the Rams he'd know some black guy had gotten to have sex with me before he did. I'd have to spend 3 days probably trying to explain how it was different, that it wasn't sex really, it was just that we'd lost. It wasn't like I wanted to let this big black guy fuck me. It was just the rules. And besides, Dave was on the football team and I know when they won the district championship last fall he hadn't been complaining about trying to knock up those cheerleaders from Silver Lake High School. They were called the Swans and that had been just fine in his book, impregnating a few of them. So now he had to face the facts that if he wanted to date a cheerleader he had to accept a little risk. So I just knelt down for this black guy, pursing my lips and wishing we'd won. I so hated losing. He was seriously black too, with a big forehead and thick lips, shining brown eyes, and huge hands. He put me on my knees and stood there as I took a deep breath and resigned myself to my fate. I mean I couldn't do anything about it now, I'd agreed to this when I'd become a cheerleader. It wasn't the first time we'd lost either, so it wasn't like any of us were virgins. But as I pulled down the guys shorts, exposing his swollen jockstrap, I began to have my doubts. This guy was huge! And not even really hard yet. Now I'll tell you a fact, since I'm here and you're here and you might not know. A lot of black guys aren't any bigger than white guys in the penis department. I mean most of them, in my experience as a losing cheerleader, are about 6 inches, give or take, and they bend left, or right, or up and down, whatever. The only real difference is that they're just black. But some black guys, like some white guys I've seen, are big. Really big, and maybe a small percentage more black guys are more huge than white guys, but maybe not, cause I heard of some huge white cocks too. Like that guy in Maple Grove, everybody says we're lucky we don't have to play them in basketball because he can hurt a girl with his monster dick. So don't think I'm telling you this guy was huge just because he was 6'8" tall and black, it was just because his dick was freakin' huge! "Jesus." I swallowed hard as I pulled his jock down, letting that long black cock uncoil so it stood out semi-hard and pointing down. "Like that, baby?" He chuckled. "I got the school record, maybe the district. Ten and one quarter inches, sweet pea. Six inches around. You gonna take that?" "I don't know." I blinked at it, barely hearing what he was saying, and I put my little hand around it, feeling it seem to swell even more, pulsing and alive. I giggled nervously and looked up at the guy. "That's biggest dick I've ever seen. I just want you to know that." "Shit!" He laughed. "Tell me something I don't know, like how you're gonna get that motherfucker up inside you." I didn't have an answer for that, but the guy didn't need one either. He held my head, pulling me towards it so I could try and work the head in between my tightly stretched lips. God! I so hated losing right then. All around me my friends were pretty much doing the same thing. Kristen was sucking a guy with a normal sized cock, like half the size of the one I was holding, and she was taking most of him pretty easy. Renee was already fucking her guy, like wasn't that typical? She's such a slut. And Janey, being the hottest and the squad captain, she was sucking the coach's white dick, and he was hung pretty well too, and he liked it rough, I could tell. He was holding her head and jabbing his thick cock into her mouth hard, telling her to open her throat for it. I wasn't ever gonna get the guy I was sucking in my throat, that was obvious. I wasn't even gonna get much more than the big fat head inside my mouth, but he was probably used to that, and he just smiled and nodded as I spent most of my time licking and kissing the head and shaft, trying to get him as wet and slipper with my spit as I could. I wasn't really turned on, well maybe a little cause it was only natural, but mostly I was just nervous, trying to imagine him putting that thing in my little hole. "Get on your hands and knees...Let go of it..." the guy was telling me, and he was kneeling know, with his stiff cock pushing into my mouth while I had my hands on the carpet. He lifted my short skirt, leaning over me a little and pushing just a fraction more of his penis into my too small mouth. I felt him playing with my thong and then reaching with his long arms so he could reach my pussy, pulling my panties aside and rubbing my little slit. That felt good at least and I needed it. I was going to have to be super- wet to take that big black cock or it would really hurt. "Shit, you got a sweet little pie, baby." He worked his long fat fingers over my pussy and just a little inside. "Gonna fill this hole up some...you know it..." "Mmmpph..." I moaned around the swollen cock in my mouth and tried tickling under the head with my tongue, but there wasn't much room. "Don't talk with your mouth full, slut...Ain't you got no manners?" He laughed. "Hey, Maurice, bring your bitch over here, this chick ain't even wet yet!" His friend, who was named Maurice apparently, was fucking Shannon from behind. She was a cute redhead with real green eyes and I didn't really know her too well because she was a senior and they were all sorta snobby. I could see her tits hanging down while they fucked, she had big heavy ones, the biggest on the squad easily, and they were swinging free underneath her as her top had been pulled up above them. "Get her wet, loser!" Maurice laughed, since he'd brought Shannon over, crawling on the floor like a dog, and forced her face against my ass and pussy. "Lick that bitch!" Maurice went back to fucking Shannon and he was rocking her hard, so that I could feel her mouth sort of bouncing off my pussy as she licked and kissed my sex weakly. She wasn't into it very much; none of us were, except maybe Wendy. She was totally lez and she really hated it when we lost. But she acted like she didn't because if the guys found out she was gay, they'd really gang-bang her good. She'd found that out the first time we'd lost after she joined the squad. She'd made the mistake of telling the winning team she wasn't into guys and to take it easy on her. They'd fucked her more than anyone else after that and Wendy had never made that mistake again. But all of us were forced to do stuff we didn't like sometimes, and Shannon clearly didn't like licking my pussy, but she did it, cause we were the losers, you know. I didn't really like anal sex, in fact I never wanted to get fucked in my ass again, but I knew it was going to happen. Some of these guys would want it, I was sure, and for whatever reason my ass seemed to get more than its fair share of attention at these things. I just hoped the guy I was sucking wasn't into it, because that would probably ruin my week. "Come on, slut...Jesus, you suck pussy like a pussy...Get your tongue in that hole..." Maurice was pushing Shannon's face against my pussy, really making her grind her mouth on me as I spread my legs a little wider, and that was actually kind of nice. She was using her tongue better at least, getting it inside me and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. My redheaded teammate was definitely tasting it now. "Alright, that's enough..." The guy I was sucking, Mr. Big Dick had had enough of my licking and kissing, he wanted to fuck me now and he turned me around so that I was face to face with Shannon. "Lick her clean." Maurice told me, "Kiss her and get all that pussy juice off her face..." And Shannon was red faced and breathing hard, her body rocking as the guy fucked her pussy at a slow steady pace, but really going deep too. I licked my juices from Shannon's pretty face, tasting myself as she had gotten pretty wet, and I even Frenched her for a long two or three minutes, but neither of us were much into it. Mostly it was just for show and our tongues just wiggled against each other weakly. "Ohhh fuck...tight ass little bitch...what you been fuckin?" The guy with the big dick said, pushing the head of his cock inside my pussy slowly. "Owwww...Ouch!...Slow down..." I groaned between my teeth as I felt my little pussy being stretched painfully. It wasn't as bad as when I lost my cherry to that guy from Roosevelt High, but it was close. I sorta felt like a virgin again. "This is slow!" The guy laughed. "You must have some little dick boyfriend, slut...Damn you're tight!" I wasn't about to tell him I didn't have sex with my boyfriend. The last thing you want to do is start talking personal stuff with these guys, because they'd use it, you know? Or worse yet, you might start liking them. One girl who used to be a cheerleader, Karen Wilson, she'd starting liking a guy who was fucking her after losing a game, and even given the guy her phone number, if you can believe that. She was dating him regularly for a month until it got out and Ms. Benson kicked her off the squad. This was the enemy, our rivals, the guys who had knocked us out of the playoffs and all they wanted to do was gloat. They wanted to knock us all up with their black babies so that the whole town would know we'd lost and I'd spend the rest of my life raising a bastard child fathered by one of four or five, or maybe even six possible fathers. I'd never know who the daddy was and it wouldn't matter anyway. The guys wouldn't care, that was for sure. It was all good for them and I seriously doubted many of those guys would be wasting their sperm in our mouths or butts; every drop of their black sperm was destined for some white girl's unprotected womb. "Ummm...now you doin' it...take it, slut...every inch of this motherfucker..." The guy was chuckling and in front of me Shannon had her head down, moaning in weak protest as Maurice was holding her hips tight, his back arched as he shot his first load of semen deep into the girl's fertile womb. "My dad's gonna kill me..." Shannon was saying. "...oh god...I hate losing!" I might have tried to comfort her, but right about then I was too busy trying to decide if I was being split completely in two, or just mostly in half. That cock was huge and moving inside me like a battering ram, hammering at my cervix as the guy reached the very bottom of my sex and fought for the few more inches he needed to get all the way inside. "Oh...oh...fuck...stop...it hurts!" I was bouncing off his thighs, the air being knocked out of me with every painful thrust as his cock drove deep within me. I felt my eyes getting moist and I prayed that he was going to cum soon. I'd never felt so full, never in my life, and it was like being raped almost, except I was letting him do it. I hadn't protested at all and part of me, a small part, sort of felt good. Like my pussy was really enjoying the way it was being stuffed full, his cock seeming to turn me inside out and vice versa. I felt like my sex was just hot jello around him and my clit, that was betraying me most of all, because she was hard and throbbing and riding that long black shaft all the way, in and out. But I didn't want to feel good, because we were the losers. I wanted it to hurt, so that's what I tried to think about. And really, the way this guy was trying to force his huge prick straight into my very womb, I mean like my uterus itself, it wasn't all that hard to focus on the pain. "Owwww! I said...It...Hurts!" I told him, or screamed sorta, but that just got laughter and high-fives for the guy. Most of his teammates had finished up their first fucks already, and it was like playing musical cheerleaders, except the music never stopped, and none of us was ever removed from the game. "It ain't my fault the slut ain't never had a real man before." The guy announced to the locker room, slamming his dick inside me even harder, like he was punishing me with it now for protesting. "Better get used to it, Jimmy!" His coach said. "You take that scholarship to Georgetown and those little girls are gonna faint." "Shit, I don't want no white bitch, I need a real lady, an African Princess who can take my big motherfucker!" "I'll shut her up." Some guy said, he was tall and skinny and his cock was nice, but not really big, thank God. He shoved it in my mouth as I opened wide for another scream and I choked on it for a moment, but he held my head tight, thrusting with his hips so I didn't have much choice except to suck it. "Shit, here it comes, slut...You have the kid, name him Jimbo, you dig?" The guy, Jimmy, was finally cumming and I groaned around the cock in my mouth, feeling a sudden rush of humiliation as I'd never had a guy cum inside me before, not without a condom protecting me. But this guy wasn't wearing a rubber, even if they made them that big, and I could feel his thick cock jerking against my tight and very sore pussy, and then the rush of his hot sperm flooding me with a general warmth inside, not specific, but it was there, I could feel it. And then the worst thing in the world happened. I was cumming too and it was lights out, like a freight training hitting me and I didn't expect it at all. There wasn't any buildup for it, none of the usual signs, it was just WHAM! I was cumming hard and that Jimmy guy knew it. "Holy shit!" He laughed breathlessly, still pumping his sperm inside my now unbearable quivering cunt. "The slut is cumming...She's cumming on my big black dick!" That got a lot of laughs and even through the pleasant fog of my orgasm I had the sense to blush deeply. It was totally humiliating to cum like that and Ms. Benson wasn't gonna like it when she heard about it. It was like betraying our school, you know? And not only the school, but my teammates too, because now these guys were gonna go out of their way to make us cum. It was a new game, a fresh one, and if there's one thing I know about high school guys, especially the kind who are super competitive like these guys had to be to win, they loved games. We'd not only get ourselves impregnated by a black basketball team, we'd be talked about as the girls who loved it. The cheerleaders who couldn't get enough black cock because it always made them cum so good. It would be totally humiliating and I dreaded the sort of things I'd hear from other high school kids, and maybe even parents as I walked through the mall, or just walking down the street, or standing in line at McDonalds. And I'd be the girl who'd cum first, the one who couldn't control her body, so maybe I'd wanted to us to lose, just so I could get some of that black cock inside me. So I could have a big black baby for my mommy and daddy to help me raise. Oh yeah, some of the other girls would make sure everybody knew I'd cum all over that big black cock, right while it was planting a baby in my belly. I was almost crying with shame, and still shaking like a leaf, trying to catch my breath through my nose as I sucked the guy in front of me. After Jimmy pulled out it was about 2 seconds later that someone else was in me, another cock, obviously black, and smaller at least, but still thick enough that I could feel him a little. I was seriously stretched, and about as wet as a swimming pool with black sperm and my own copious girl juice. I could hear it squishing out of me as the guy fucked me hard, and he was reaching down between my legs to rub my hard burning clit, because they were all gonna make me cum now. The guy in my mouth was getting close and he pulled out of me, swearing as my top teeth scraped his cockhead, and he jammed himself balls deep into Shannon, who'd just been fucked by her second guy and she was laying on the floor spread out and gasping. I could see little Kristen, she was riding one guy's cock while she sucked another, white sperm bubbling out of her tight pink pussy as she moved up and down on him. "Get your legs up!" The guy who'd been in my mouth was saying, lifting Shannon's long pale legs over his strong black shoulders. He tilted her ass up and pushed his cock balls deep and then he was obviously cumming inside her, smiling into her red face as gravity pulled all the black sperm down into her womb. He held her like that for a long while too, making sure her eggs were bathing in that potent baby- making stew, donated by least 3 black men already. "Clean this ho out, slut!" Jimmy was back, pulling Janey with him and he presented me with her sloppy cunt. "I ain't fucking that mess! Clean it up!" And so I went to work on Janey's cream filled pussy, wondering how many guys had dumped inside her. Probably a lot, since she was the captain, and undeniably gorgeous. She'd lost her thong ad her top, and now just wore her skirt, wrinkled and stained and more or less bunched up around her narrow waist. I sucked her pussy good, mostly because I didn't have much choice. "Get the bitch spotless, slut...Or it'll be a party in your ass, know what I mean?" He leered at me as I pulled Janey's pussy wide with my fingers, scooping still warm and gooey sperm out with my tongue and swallowing it down. I might not have been a lesbian, and eating Janey's overfull cream pie wasn't exactly my idea of a good time, but I was not going to take 10 inches of thick black meat in my ass! "Oh...oh shit...that's good..." Janey surprised me when she started moaning, writhing on the floor and grabbing my hair in her hands. "Suck it...lick me...oh shit Katie...make me cum...I'm cummmmming..." And she was cumming loud too! "Goddamn!" The guy fucking me laughed and slapped my ass hard. "Looks like we got us a real genuine cunt sucking lesbian here!" And then I knew I was in real trouble and if it wasn't so obvious that Janey was out of her mind in the middle of her orgasm I might have thought she'd done it on purpose. I didn't know what was in store for me now, but it wasn't gonna be good, I could guess that much! I was still sucking Janey's pussy, having gotten her a little cleaner, but it seemed like she had a never ending supply of sperm inside her, now mixed with her own cum, because I felt like I'd eaten a gallon of the stuff. But I wasn't even close to done as it became obvious I was going to be eating all the girls now. As soon as one guy came inside one of them she was brought over so I could suck her pussy clean and of course my friends were all cumming too. Not that I'm a great pussy licker, I know I'm not and I don't want to be anyway, I'm not gay, or even bisexual really. It was just that after a good hard fuck being licked out by another girl is like the best thing in the world. You can't help but cum then. I was getting fucked too, regularly and I started thinking there must be more than just the ten guys there, including the coach, because we were all getting fucked, one after another, and a lot of girls had another cock in their mouths. But probably I was wrong, the coach wouldn't have let anyone but the team into the locker room, that was a serious violation and they Rams could get disqualified from the tournament for that. And besides, I was pretty busy getting fucked, licking pussy and swallowing cum anyway, much to busy to be counting cocks. My face was soaked too, and I was hot and sweaty, old sperm and girl goo covered me from my ears to my boobs, to my forehead. I even had that stuff in my hair, which was matted and stringy now, clinging to my neck. And my tummy was rumbling, like not upset really, just...rumbling, because I'd eaten out almost all the girls, at least seven of them for sure, and eaten as much of the sperm inside them as I could, so I was getting sort of full of it, you know? Plus I had another guy in my pussy now, my fourth, and he was complaining because he couldn't feel a thing inside there. I was just a loose sloppy cum dump between my legs. I mean I know it sounds bad, but yeah...It was bad! You ever take three big loads, and one of those from the biggest dick in the district? I was probably gonna be loose for a month! I'd have to do like special exercises just for my pussy or nobody was going to want to fuck me. I'd be a 15 year old...something. Unpopular, put it that way. "Oh, I don't want to date her...I heard her pussy is like the Grand Canyon!" That's what they'd say, or so my feverish mind was telling me. Yeah, yeah, I know, girls stretch, especially 15 year old girls, but still, it was sorta scary. Plus I had my pregnancy to look forward too, and there was little doubt now that I was going to come out of this pregnant. These guys were determined, because some of them were working on the third time around, or even their fourth. I wndered if the coach hadn't spiked their gator-aide with Viagra or something. Even high school kids didn't recover that quick! "Oh shit...Gaaaawddd!!" The guy fucked me wildly and there it was, my fourth wet hot slimy present of the night. The gift that keeps on giving, a nice hard black stocking stuffer, ho ho ho...Christmas would be just about right too, since this was March already. Janey would be lucky, she'd only be 3 months pregnant at the Prom. She'd look radiant as the Prom Queen, glowing with motherhood and accepting her crown. Maybe she'd be a little bigger for graduation in June though, definitely showing then I thought, and she'd be starting college really ripe. Nice and round, entering her third trimester. Calista, another one of the seniors was getting married after she graduated in June. She would be showing probably and I hoped her husband, an air force guy I heard, I hoped he didn't mind raising another man's baby...A black man's baby. Calista was definitely getting fucked too, tag teamed actually, riding one guy in her pussy while another black guy was fucking her ass from behind. I'd have my baby just in time for basketball season to start, which was in January for our district. Ms. Benson would put me on the roster, I knew that, and Kristen too, even though we'd be waddling around school with our big bellies and milk filled breasts. Blushing and humiliated because we'd be a constant reminder to everyone else that we'd lost at the district playoff tournament. But once we had our babies, we'd get back into shape quick, I figured, and next season we'd do better. We'd... "Move your ass, baby! Fuck me like you mean it!" I was shaken from my brief reverie by lucky black guy number five, who shoved his cock into my sperm filled pussy with a long hard thrust, so that rivulets of the stuff spilled out around his hard black shaft, running down my creamy thighs "God, I so hate it when we lose!" I said, dropping my mouth to Kristen's sperm filled pussy so I could clean her up and make her cum. "Ohhh...yeah..." My best friend gasped, pressing her soft thighs to my cheeks as she lifted her hips to meet my hungry mouth. "...Me...too...!" =-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-= end rache696@yahoo.com www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+