My Life as a Teenage Stud Pt.5

Note : This story is completely fictional! Never try to do it in real live!

When my older sister Kate turned 18, she joined our high school’s cheerleading team. She was so hot, strutting her stuff, her big, firm, knockers always pushing at the fabric of her tight top. Her miniskirt was so high on her well-toned thighs that you could nearly see the bottom of her pink cuntlips. She was not the only cheerleader who wasn’t wearing panties during football practice. Her four best friends, all between fifteen and 18 years-old and bodacious babes, always followed her lead when it came to prickteasing the boys at school. 

Suzie, a short brunette with enormous boobs, liked to come to school wearing a cropped baby T-shirt that was much too small to contain her awesome rack. Her denim cutoff jeans didn’t conceal much of her tanned buttcheeks and muscular legs. All the boys were delirious with lust when she walked down the hall, her heart-shaped ass exposed for all to see. She had recently broken up with her boyfriend, having humiliated him in front of all his mates by announcing that he was much too small where it counted. Since then, she had been openly flirting with me, never missing an occasion to rub her gigantic tits against my arms or to stand so close to me that her buttcheeks were pressing against my soft manmeat which dangled down my trousers half-way to my knees. Often, her best friend Lisa, a blond stunner with a baby face and angelic emerald-green eyes would join in her prickteasing by pretending to have dropped something and bending down in front of me, deliberately displaying her pussy as her skirt rose high on her luscious buttcheeks. 

I was used to all this prickteasing, since my mother and sister also wore outrageous garments at home in order to stiffen my tireless prick into another round of wild incestual sex. But I was getting more and more aroused by the slutiness of my sister’s friends since they never went the full nine yards. Every lunchtime, I would have to pay a visit to Mrs Harrison to relieve my aching cock. Her expert blowjobs always emptied my over-bloated balls during our «private tuition » sessions.

One day, I questioned my sister about Suzie and Lisa.

« What’s the matter, Timmy ? You can’t handle a bit of teasing ? », she asked while her hands ran along my engorging manmeat. 

« Well, I just prefer it when you and mom do it, cos at least I get to fuck you after that. ». My stiffening rod was starting to feel unconfortable in my baggy jeans. Kate’s fondling of my equipment had now turned my soft eleven-inch long cock into a rigid fifteen-inch, cunt-splitting monster begging for release.

« I think you should learn to resist temptation, little brother. », she said seriously. She withdrew the hands that had been caressing my massive crotch and walked away, leaving me starving for the feel of the warm inside of her soft vagina. 

For several days, Kate was distant and refused my sexual advances. My mother had left for the week to visit some relatives and Kate spent all her evenings at her friend Suzie’s place. I was getting increasingly sexually frustrated since Mrs Harrison was only available for lunchtime quickies. Also, she was away on Fridays, attending special classes at another school. 

Friday evening was like torture to me. We had a football match on the next day, and I spent five hours in the gym, preparing myself for the physical challenge ahead. I was determined not to let Kate’s recent rebuttals affect my play. For the first time in many months that night, I slept without having emptied my gonads. They felt particularly bloated the next morning, having fully replenished their contents to the boiling point. 

Despite my age, I play in the senior football team at our school. Coach Grace had immediately spotted my potential during practice. At fourteen, I was as tall as any other player and my muscular mass surpassed them all. At first, I had been teased by my teammates who considered me too young and immature to join the best senior team in the county. But after a particularly ruthless first training session with them, during which I scored the most touch-downs, they became more friendly. And later, when we showered and I purposefully flaunted my enornous genitals, their respect turned to awe and admiration. A few of them popped a boner upon laying their eyes on my massive piece of dangling meat. They were embarassed and quickly turned round, as it was clear that my semi-erect giant snake was over twice as long and thick than their small 5 or 6 inchers. 

Before the match, we always gather in the locker room with coach Grace to get his orders for the match. He’s a nice guy, around 50 and obviously a true passionate fan of the game. As we wear dressing up, I heard him expose his strategy. I was about to apply my extra-large jockstrap when, all of a sudden, the door burst open and Kate and her four cheerleading friends waltzed in, wearing the tightiest pairs of white spandex shorts that definitely revealed an absence of panties. Their white top were equally tight-fitting, exposing to the gathered assembly of horny males the luscious curves of their endowed teenaged breasts. They started their dance and singing routine, deliberately rubbing their hands over the muscled arms of the football players. But they spent most time feeling my immense bulging biceps, cooing with delight as they felt the hardness of my mountains of muscle. More to the point, they each, in turn, encircled the obvious girth of my stretched penis through my tight pants. Coach Grace then ordered my sister and her friends to leave after thanking them for the support they expressed for the team. We were all dumbfounded as they left, swaying their hips provocativally and showing their toned legs to best effect. 

I somehow managed to concentrate on the game and we ended up winning easily. Kate and the other cheerleaders had been encouraging us throughout the match by their constant cheering and by flashing their tits to our disoriented opponents. They disappeared shortly after the end-whistle.