Stephanie rolled away from my dick and turned around, her face shiny with Amber’s wetness, as Amber weakly pushed herself up to her hands and knees, still undergoing a long orgasm.
“Give me that load, Kevin,” Stephanie demanded, her pretty face ready and waiting for my cum.
“No, give it to me, Kevin,” Amber argued, pushing Amber aside a bit.
“No, you’ll both get my load,” I adjudicated, stroking my cock and waving it back and forth between the two popular cheerleaders.
“Please, I need your cum,” Stephanie begged, and I aimed my dick at her face and obliged her request as my first rope of cum splattered all over it.
I then aimed my dick at Amber so I could fulfill her request too, and ropes two and three of my cum splashed onto her pretty face.
I turned back to Stephanie and shot one last (and much smaller) wad onto her face before sliding my cock back into her mouth.
She smoothly resumed sucking, extracting the last few dribbles of my load into her mouth.
When I pulled out a minute later, I ordered, “Now kiss each other.”
The two girls turned to each other and made out for a while before taking turns licking the cum off each other’s faces, which was fucking hot to watch.
I watched them for a couple minutes before I tucked my dick away and said, “Amber, let me know when you have another slut for me.”
“And then will you fuck me?” she asked.
“If you bring me Cherry, Sylvia or Cameron, I’ll fuck you immediately after I fuck them,” I promised.
Cherry would be my ultimate cheerleader conquest, the beautiful Sylvia was a stuck-up bitch and some pompous politician’s daughter (thus not at all beautiful on the inside), while Cameron was a model with a couple of commercials and lots of posters under her belt… including a from-the-waist-down one of her wearing just pantyhose, which was really hot. All three of them had treated me like shit on more than one occasion… Sylvia had frequently called me Porky Pig when we were in middle school… and insults like that you don’t forget.
Amber nodded, “I can make at least one of those girls into a reality.”
“Which one?” I asked.
“That…” she said as she came over to me and squeezed my cock through my pants, “… is for me to know, and for you to fuck right after you find out.”
“You tease,” I said.
“Nope, I don’t tease, I deliver,” she said, then kissed me… kissing having been very rare during my fuck fest today… kissing so much more intimate than blow jobs or fucking.
“That’s my girl, now make it happen,” I said, slapping her bare ass.
“I will,” she said. “But then you’d better give me your very best rough fucking.”
“That goes without saying,” I said, and I swaggered out of my new favourite room in the school… the library retreating to a distant second.
I was in my next class when I heard Principal Appleby page Ethan to her office. I assumed she wasn’t paging him for the same reason she’d wanted me when I visited her earlier. She was a real size queen, and Ethan certainly couldn’t offer her much in that respect.
As I was heading for my last class of the day, Amber came running up to me and asked, “Did you hear?”
“Hear what? That you got me a senior cheerleader already?” I asked.
“No, that’s still in the works,” she said. “But that’s not what I meant. Ethan just got suspended!”
“He did?” I asked, this surprising me. He was a jock and therefore untouchable… or so I’d thought.
“Yeah, the video showed him shoving you and then knocking Cherry down, and later on punching the glass in the front door and shattering it to pieces,” she said, clearly enjoying to tell me all this.
“No way,” I said, both intrigued by what had happened, but also by what might happen next… since Ethan naturally would blame this on me.
“Yeah,” she said. She then asked, “You sure you don’t want to dump a load in me right now?”
“Sexpot, you’re quite the temptress.”
“Because I’m your sure thing,” she said, her warm breath on my neck getting me hard.
“I’d love to, but I can’t go back on my promise or my word will mean nothing,” I said. And I promised to fuck you after I fucked whoever you bring me next.”
“Fine,” she said. “I certainly like a man who knows what he wants.”
“Good; and I like a slut who knows how to obey,” I said as the bell rang. I was late for another class!
“I’ll always do anything you tell me to,” she said. Fuck, she was so hot, and although she wasn’t all that bright, unlike most cheerleaders, she was very sweet.
“I know you will,” I said, then turned and walked away… always leaving them wanting more.
I’d just about made it to my class when I saw Cherry hurrying towards me, obviously wanting a word.
“You!” she called out in a tone and with a facial expression that were unreadable… not particularly angry, yet not particularly pleasant either.
“Yes?” I responded as casually as I could.
“Meet me in the cheerleader’s room right now,” she ordered.
“I have a class I’m already late for,” I said, playing hard to get, even though there was only one reason she’d be inviting me to the cheerleader’s room, especially since she’d already seen my package in there.
“Now,” she ordered.
“Okay,” I said, “but you’d better make it worth my while.”
“No worries about that. You’re about to get spectacularly lucky,” she bragged, and then she turned and rushed away.
I smiled.
My string of scoring today was getting too good to be true… but it was hurting my attendance record. I might need to chat with Cynthia to take care of that issue, since I now appeared to be her favourite student.
I scuttled past my class, and for the third time today entered the room every other guy in the school fantasized about seeing the inside of even once.
Cherry said as soon as I joined her, “You’re gonna fucking tell nobody about this!”
“Agreed. But you understand you’re not the one doing me a favour here,” I said, wanting to make it clear that whether she fucked me or not, I wouldn’t stand for her treating me with any more disrespect. “I’m doing you a favour.”
“Excuse me?” she asked archly, clearly not accustomed to being challenged by anyone, especially not by a fat, nerdy kid like me.
“I can fuck at least half a dozen girls in here anytime I want, and lots more girls and women outside of school,” I said, and I wasn’t bragging, I was simply stating facts. I wasn’t all that sure half a dozen schoolgirls was accurate yet, but I knew I’d get there soon.
“Do you understand who I am?” she asked haughtily.
“Yeah, you’re the hoop de doo grand poo bah head cheerleader. But you’re also a horny bitch who’s hungry for my big cock,” I said, going over to her.