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Subject: {ASSM} Losers by Rachael Ross (Mm+/f+, Teen, Cheerleaders! Cons, Interr, Size, Group Orgy, CP, Impreg)
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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...!"

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