The cheerleaders’ party 
By SilentChris, likesmusculargirls@yahoo.com 
A scrawny teenager has a sex party with six muscular cheerleaders  	


The trip down to the high school football field was always a laborious event.

There was the rummaging around for the cooler, the long hike to the grassy
field, and the sweltering early-September heat. This all for a team I didn’t
even care for (I went to the games because the whole school did), for a sport
I could never play. My thin, lanky arms could barely pick up the loaded
plastic cooler. Normally I was late (try dragging one of these things without
a car sometime), so I’d get to the game right before halftime and stay until
the end. By the time I usually made it down there, and went for the obligatory
bathroom break, the marching band was walking off the field. This time,
though, I was determined to get there early (mostly under the threat of guys
who wanted their drinks). I left 30 minutes earlier than normal and got to
sitting down on the bleachers right before the half. As the players walked off
the field, I recognized Scott, the behemoth quarterback. Easily the most
popular kid in our tiny suburban school, I had heard rumors that he was dating
one of the cheerleaders – if not possibly all of them. I wouldn’t know,
because I don’t talk to the guy. He talks to me, though. "Hey shrimp!" he
stopped and called out when he passed by the bleachers. "Don’t you want to be
water boy for us this year?" The team laughed. I was water boy for the last 3
years, but decided to give it up 18th birthday, my senior year, out of
humiliation. "Ha ha," I tried to joke, coming out nervous and unconfident.
"Fill this anyway!" he ordered, and threw a water bottle at me. The team was
cracking up as they went to the locker room. "Why do you let them do that to
you, man?" Bobby, one of my friends, said. "Do I have a choice?" I muttered.
"I better go fill this damn thing up." "Wait a minute," he said, grabbing my
shirt sleeve. "You’re always late for halftime. You might want to stick around
for this." In a few minutes the band came out. With feathers waving off their
hats in the breeze they looked absolutely ridiculous, but they riled the crowd
up. I was beginning to wonder why Bobby wouldn’t let me just fill Scott’s
water bottle and be done with it. I started getting up. "Wait," he insisted,
"here they are." I looked towards the field. Oh my God. I know it sounds
ridiculous, but in my four years of high school I had never seen the
cheerleaders. I only went to football games, never went to pep rallies, and
was always with the team at halftime, filling water and dodging paper cups.
Now I wished I had started going to the games in grade school. The first of
the cheerleaders ran out. Her hair was blonde, but everything else about her
was non-stereotypical, and screamed out "buxom bodybuilder". She was easily
six feet tall, with huge cuts arms, a tight braided top that barely covered
giant breasts, and 6-pack abs. Her legs – my God, her legs – were huge,
flexing slabs of thigh meat, expertly crafted to fit the sensuous curves of an
18-year old girl. Her calves filled out her socks, which could barely keep up,
as did her skirt, which easily looked like a leotard.

She did a few back flips, her hair swinging from front to back, and went into
an elaborate routine that was one part cheerleading competition, one part
bodybuilding competition. Every move she made flexed different parts of her
body, and when she grinned and rolled her abs I nearly choked on my drink.

I was so focused on her that I didn’t see the rest of the girls come out. When
I did look at them, though, it was like finding yourself in a forest when all
you previously saw was one tree. Every girl was beautifully buff, thick and
thin, sexy, curvaceous bouts of 18-year old muscle. There was a short redhead,
with a winning smile and massive legs that must’ve been larger than my waist.
There was a tall, lithe girl, with thin, sinewy muscle and arms that flexed
every time she threw her pompoms to the air. There was an adorable brunette
who looked to be about my height with massive arms and a killer chest –
breasts easily bigger than my head. A black girl ran out with a perfect ass –
hard, quivering glutes barely covered by her skirt/leotard, and rippling
quads. Finally, there was an Asian girl with a bright smile, average size but
extremely perky breasts, and calves as big as my thighs. "Jesus Christ," I
silently mouthed. Bobby smirked. He knew I had had a thing for muscular girls
since my early childhood, and this was like Christmas, my birthday and a
bachelor’s party all rolled up into one. "Why didn’t you ever tell me about
these girls?" I barely spoke out. "You were never around, dude. You were
always getting water for the team or studying or some shit. These girls have
been around since freshman year." I was utterly silent, amazed at the display
in front of me. The crowd loved it, apparently used to their Amazon hometown
cheerleaders. I saw the Asian girl dance right in front of the bleachers, her
black ponytail bouncing across a broad back. She looked up towards me for a
second, and I thought I caught a glimpse of a wink. The energetic group
finished their routine with something you may see at a strip show, but was
apparently considered quite common at the Sharks’ football games. They sat on
the ground, in a line, synchronizing their bodies like world-class swimmers.
They faced us, and opened and closed their massive, muscular legs like hungry
sharks, all the time smiling while the crowd hooted and hollered. Their tight
leotards barely covered their snatches, and you could see the thin material
pulled into their clefts. Their thighs were so inviting, I nearly died. As
they walked off the field, I could see them whispering to each other and
pointing towards the bleachers. I knew every guy was just like me, hoping they
were pointing at them. Alas, they were off the field as quickly as they came
on, and I was left wondering if the 10-minute display was one fantastic dream.
The game went on, but I paid no attention. Elbow on my knee, I held my chin up
to the sky and relived the cheerleading sequence over and over again. The
Asian girl’s wink stood out in my mind, and I fantasized that after she
winked, she came up to the bleachers, picked me bodily off the ground, crushed
me to her body and kissed me. After the game, I packed up the cooler alone,
like I always did (those who drank never did cleanup). My mind on my work and
the inevitable long trek home, most of the people left the field and it was
nearly completely deserted.

A whiff ran past my ear, and I brushed at it, surprised to feel something
soft. My eyes drifted to the side and I saw blonde hair. As I turned around, I
was utterly surprised to see the blonde cheerleader, her breasts level with my
face, leaning up. The other cheerleaders giggled behind her, and I saw her
ruby-red lips pursed slightly. "Hey water boy," she said. She must’ve seen me
in the years before with the squad. I wondered why I had never seen her.
"What’s your name?" she asked. "Um, uh... Matthew." The cheerleaders giggled.
"Are you sure? You don’t sound like you know it." I shrugged away and blushed.
The brunette walked up to me. She had beautiful, clear green eyes. "You’re
cute," she said. "Want to have some fun?" "What," I stammered. "With you?"
"All of us," she laughed. I was flabbergasted. "The football team throws a
party every Saturday night," she said, "usually around 8 PM-1 AM". "We," she
said, gesturing to the other girls, "throw a little party of our own
afterwards. You want to come?" In a state of shock I answered "sure" almost
wantonly. The black girl said, "Don’t be late. We don’t want to have to start
without you." The other girls laughed. They gave me an address. "See you
later," said the Asian girl with a muscular little curtsy, and she looked
behind and winked as they walked away. I was dumbfounded. *** As the day
progressed, I found I naturally couldn’t keep up with my schoolwork. My
thoughts were peppered with young muscle, and I kept drawing crude figures of
the cheerleaders on my assignments. As day turned into night and my parents
went to bed, I anxiously waited for the clock’s hands to turn around 12.
Around 12:30 I crawled out of my window (I wasn’t allowed to go out after
11:00 PM – my parents were absolutely Draconian), and hit the ground running.
The address was some distance away, but fortunately the night air was cool and
I got there quickly. I rang the doorbell of an average looking home, peering
inside darkened windows. It looked like no one was home. Had I been tricked?
After a few minutes I heard a quiet shuffle, and saw the door open with no one
apparently behind it. "Um," I muttered, scared. "Anyone here?" "Come on in," I
heard a young girl’s voice say. I walked into the darkened room and heard the
door closed behind me. My eyes weren’t adjusting to the darkness quickly
enough, and I couldn’t see anything, so I stood still. I heard breathing,
though, and an occasional giggle.

Suddenly, I felt something huge and soft pressing against the back of my head,
and I realized it was a girl’s breasts. Her hands went down my chest and
tugged at my zipper, undoing it. Another set of hands graced my face,
wistfully dancing around like a butterfly. The dancing ended, and I felt
something steel-hard, but soft and smooth touch my lips. I realized it was an
incredibly huge, flexed bicep. Next to me, I felt a girl run her long thighs
up and down my legs, alternating trapping them in their powerful embrace and
sensuously vibrating them against my cock. I felt someone doing a
bump-and-grind to my other side, and felt a boulder-hard ass ride up and down
the side of my thigh, occasionally clenching her butt cheeks. All the while,
each girl pressed closer and closer, until I was smothered in hot, muscular
flesh. The girl behind me turned around slightly and flipped a switch. As my
eyes adjusted, I realized that the girls were wearing nothing at all. The
blonde pressed the back of my head into her cleavage, her breasts almost
completely coming around the sides of my face to smother me. Her hands
continued to play with my cock. The massive bicep in front of me was replaced
by the brunette’s eyes, and she thrust her long tongue into my mouth for a
deep, sensuous kiss. The tall, lithe girl was sitting at my side, her long
legs almost coming up to my chest, rolling up and down my body and
occasionally squeezing and quivering. The black girl was dancing to her own
beat, rubbing her glorious ass up and down my body, as she slowly twisted her
body down to the floor, looking at my cock and licking her lips. I could see
the other girls in the room, equally naked and equally as exquisite, playing
with each other as they watched the show. Muscular forearms clenched as they
rubbed others’ pussies. "When’s it going to be our turn?" a girl asked. "He
looks so hot." "I’m going first," I heard the girl say behind me. "I’m squad
lead." The other girls groaned playfully, and the three surrounding me peeled
off and joined the others watching me and playing with each other. The massive
bodybuilder-like girl swung me around, and I could see her large nipples
poking menacingly out, super firm. "Why-why..." I could barely get it out.
"Why are you all doing this?" She leaned her face down next to me. "Because we
like you," she whispered, tonguing my ear. "What about Scott?" "Who said we
like Scott?" she said. "He’s so muscular and buff." "Who said we like muscular
and buff? Maybe we like the thin, lanky ones – the really weak ones. Right
girls?" Some of the other girls giggled and smiled while others moaned in
pleasure. "Now," she said, "help me with my workout." She pushed me down to my
knees. Her pussy was beginning to drip with lust, and I could smell her
wonderful aroma. She peeled my clothes off me. With a primal scream, she
grabbed the back of my head, crushed my face into her crotch, and slammed her
huge thighs around it.

I could feel the soft labia brush my face with its wetness, and I began to
tongue eagerly. Her thigh muscle blossomed around my already deaf ears, until
what little I could see was replaced by blackness. The quivering steel slabs
vibrated without mercy, and I could barely hear her loud, continuous moan. I
could feel my ears popping as her thighs did their abductor dance, literally
crushing my ears into my skull. As she approached an orgasm I tried to tongue
faster, and her thighs quivered and flexed harder and harder. Finally, with a
shriek loud enough for me to hear it, her huge legs formed blocks around me
head, walled alive but what a wonderful fate. I felt her peel my groggy face
from the inside of her thighs, and suddenly I was airborne. The room was
spinning, as the huge blonde had me in an airplane spin. "Next up," she
smiled. "Jane." I flew threw the air and ran smack into the Asian, her eyes
twinkling. "Like my legs, Matt?" she queried, flexing the muscular stretches
as her knee bent and unbent. "They say my calves are my best feature. Some
guys say ‘they’re so big, they should be called cows’, but I know they can’t
get enough of them." I moaned in approval. "How would you like a taste?" she
said, and pushed me hard to the ground. As I was getting up, I noticed she had
straddled my head. In an instant, the biggest calves I had ever seen,
diamond-shaped monsters, were pressed against my cheek and blocking my view.
They pulsed in and out, forming that awesome heart shape and back again. My
head throbbed, although I loved it. My vision gradually grew foggy. She let go
for an instant, turned me face up, and rewrapped her calves around my neck. I
was instantly swirling, my eyes trying to focus up, realizing with her calves
around my neck she could kill me with this hold. As I saw her gradually lean
forward and eclipse the light, I could see her playing with her tits, moaning.
She brought one perky nipple up to her lips, licking it, all the while
hammering at my head with her diamond-hard legs. I thought to myself, if this
is the last thing I see, I’ll die a happy man. Before I was completely out,
she let me go. My ears were ringing, and the blood rushed to my face making it
bright red. She picked me up in a cradle, those perky tits next to my chest,
and handed me to the next girl. "Here you go, Mary," she said. The short
redhead carried me as easily as I was baby, occasionally tossing me up and
catching me. "You’re so light. And cute," she said, her hair brushing softly
down to my chest. "Did you like Jane’s scissors?" I nodded my head weakly.
"Then you’ll love mine," she said, and held me upside-down. Her thighs, now in
front of my face, flexed to their huge, massive circumference. I could see the
long, thick tubules of meat swelling over each other, dancing in an erotic
display that rivaled most male bodybuilders. All of sudden, with a small
separation of her thighs, she crammed my head in between. Instantly, I could
see and hear nothing.

The muscular walls around me began to pulse, and I had the most wonderful
sensation around my cock. I realized, then, that my cock was being smothered
in between her soft tits as I was scissored upside-down. She humped her thick
chest against my crotch, crushing and rolling her tits around my penis, as her
thighs gradually grew harder. The pace intensified, and her legs felt more
solid than steel. My hands, which were touching the backs of her thighs, fell
towards the ground and hung there from the strength of her power. All the
while she kept up her breast ministrations on my cocks, and with a long crush
that brought me in and out of consciousness, I felt I was being killed and
reborn over and over again. With a thud I dropped to the ground, barely
knowing where I was. I hadn’t noticed the redhead had sat on the ground, and
her feet pressed against my chest in a modified "airplane" game parents play
with their kids. With a hard thrust I was launched across the room, and I
heard the redhead laugh and yell "Jamey, catch!" The tall girl caught me, laid
me on the ground, sat down next to me and instantly wrapped her long legs
around my body. Up and down she rolled, the lithe sinews of flesh pressing
hard against every inch of me. Her nipples grew long as she started playing
with them, while her legs continued their dance. I licked one of her long,
striated calves in appreciation, and she rewarded me with a squeeze of her
thighs around my crotch. Suddenly she turned me face up, as she continued to
sit. Her long legs wrapped around my head, and her bulging right calve lined
my throat. She sat there, me in a figure four, her hands gracefully running up
and down the sides of her rippled abs and cupping her breasts. Finally, with
the grace of a jungle cat, she straightened her legs out to their long,
frightening dimensions and let out a squeeze that lasted a beautiful eternity.
Her dancer legs unlocked, and she led me on my knees to the next girl.
"Shauna," she said, "can you top my dancing?" The black girl with the
beautiful ass smirked silently and pulled me to the corner of the room. She
bumped her ass against my face, grinding the tight haunches against my nose.
She stood me up, and her beautiful, solid globes of ass looked like carved
marble, as she danced them up and down my body. All the while, her hands
cradled the sides of her thighs and her breasts, shaking them erotically. She
pulled me tight against me, trapping my cock in between her clenched cheeks,
crushing it while we both moaned. She bumped back, knocking me hard to the
floor. Her ass and gorgeous pussy immediately landed on my face, as I stared
up and saw the graceful black curves of her back. Bucking harder and harder,
she rode my face like it was a horse, alternatively crushing her glutes around
my nose and sliding my nose in-between her wet pussy lips. I felt her lean
forward, and my cock was instantly embedded in a warm, tight mouth. I moaned
audibly into her haunches, and she responded with a swirling tongue and a deep
throat seemingly orchestrated by the gods. As she continued her assault, she
timed her pussy to pound into my face as she jammed my crotch to her mouth and
her tongue tickled my balls. Finally, with a juicy quiver, I was showered in
pussy juice "Here you go, Shannon," she said, "lubed just like you like it." I
was face to face with the gorgeous brunette. Her deep eyes stared into mine,
and her mouth sensually raped mine as her teeth pulled at my lips. I could
barely reach my arms all the way around her body, as her massive breasts came
out and formed a huge, soft cushion between us. She moaned as she handled my
cock, then pulled me on the ground. She opened her pussy to me, fingering the
shaved pink snatch with a look of longing. She leaned forward, took my penis
between her fingers, and guided it into her snatch. Her large legs pulled me
in, and I looked into her eyes. Suddenly, she my pressed ace down into her
chest, and my face was buried, smothered in tit flesh. I could hear nothing
but her heartbeat, could feel nothing but the wonderful sensations of her
pussy strongly grabbing and massaging my dick, as the back of her calves
pressed me in and out. I could hear heavy breathing, and found myself laboring
to breathe as my mouth sucked around at the abundance of tit flesh surrounding
it. She pulled me out for an instant, and I could see a large areola, easily
bigger than a silver dollar, in front of my eyes. Moaning, she thrust my mouth
into it, jamming one huge hard nipple into my mouth as her pussy pulled up and
down my cock. I could see nothing, warm flesh covering my entire face,
breathing nothing but nipple, hearing nothing but faster and faster breathing.
The pace of her calf pounding quickened, and she thrust me back into her
cleavage again, rolling my face between her mounds. I had noticed in the split
second I was out that the other girls had gathered around us, and I could
start to feel their bodies pressing in on all sides, even though I could not
see them. Despite my position, I heard moaning, getting louder and louder, and
I realized the girls were all grabbing at my body, alternating kissing each
other full on the lips and playing with each other pussies. There was a
split-second silence, and I heard a large growl emanate from everyone around
me. The pace of the brunette’s pussy was like lightening, and the sweat of my
face made her breasts slide all over them. She ground my nose into her
cleavage, crushed her massive biceps to the back of my head, and pulled on my
cock long and hard. Every girl wrapped their arms and legs around me and
crushed. I exploded into a massive, hereto now unthought-of of orgasm, and my
cock spurted for a seeming eternity, while I was completely surrounded my
young muscle. I could barely breathe, could see nothing, but could feel a host
of muscular girls squirming around me. Finally, my face was pulled up enough
to breathe, and I saw the rest of the group panting.

"Did you like our little party?" the brunette smiled down at me, while the
girls continued to rub and press themselves against my hopelessly outclassed
body. "This is heaven," I whispered, and she brought my face up to her own,
ending a night I’ll never, ever forget.