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CHAPTER SIX

The next night after the game, Angie slipped away from her friends, walked the darkened street to Mr. Martin's apartment. She wore her sweet cheerleading uniform, the black swirling pleats of the skirt, the black, tight vest with the yellow blouse underneath. The vest bumped out with the pointed thrust of her titties, swelling beautifully in a jiggling roundness.

The skirt pulled in around her hips in a keen tightness, down over her ass. Her legs were tanned and they looked good encased in the black knee socks, the black and yellow tennis shoes. She was a darling, and she knew it.

She was frightened and excited about the proposed invitation. But she loved older men, she liked to turn them on, liked to make them hot, and she didn't see anything wrong with this.

She trembled as she walked, just thinking about showing off for several men. She finally arrived at Mr. Martin's and knocked at the back door. He opened it right away and let her in. She followed him to the living room, and there she found four men sitting around. They were older, in their thirties and forties. One man had a massive frame, muscular to the point of bulging all over, very tanned, very handsome. He had blond hair and a blond mustache.

Another man was short, stocky, his body like a truck. Then Mr. Martin handed her a stack of cash. It looked like four, five, maybe six hundred dollars. Angie took the money and put it in her purse. She hadn't expected so much, in fact she didn't know what to expect, but she was delighted the men wanted to pay to see her show off for them.

They sat on the couch and on chairs. She stood in the middle of the living room, stunning in her black outfit, beautiful with her blonde hair, the double ponytails, her ripe, red lips, her red cheeks. Oh, how beautiful she was.

"Go on, Angie, show us something," Mr. Martin said.

"Want me to pull up my skirt and show you my pants?"

The men all nodded.

Angie lifted the hem of her cheerleading skirt and showed them her tight, black bloomers, muffin-hot, crunched into her crotch.

"Isn't she absolutely lovely," Mr. Martin stated. "Is there anything you'd like us to do, Angie?"

She thought how Miss Preston had Mr. Hall take off all his clothes, and so she said, "Yeah, undress, take your clothes off."

The men quickly disrobed, and their cocks were lifting to stiff hard erections. Angie stood before them holding up her cheerleading skirt, showing her tight black bloomers, swaying lightly in the hips.

Angie took particular notice of the man who looked like a wrestler. His cock was long, smooth, like a big peeled banana, and it curved upward, then rounded into a splendid prick-head.

Again the men sat down and all started masturbating. This action so excited Angie that her panties gooshed, wet at the crotch, she felt lightheaded, and a swirl of delight shredded her whole body.

She loved seeing the men play with their pricks, and she watched them, all hot, all tingly. A chubby balding man had a six-inch prick and he was hammering it hard. A tall thin man with black hair had a prick that he held between his thumb and forefinger, jerking slowly on it. She liked the way he did it, the way the man looked at her. The muscular wrestler type slowly stroked his big cock with a light, feathery touch.

Angie slowly unbuttoned her skirt, undid the zipper in the back and let it fall to the floor. She stood beautiful before the men in her vest, yellow blouse, black pants, black knee socks and tennis shoes.

Then she walked to the couch where four of the men sat. She started with the muscular man, reached down and rasped his cock, gripped it good, felt the stiff erection, then moved on to the next man, the next and the next. She was excited now, her pussy was dripping.

She was dizzy with delight, and the next thing she knew the men encircled her. They took her clothes off so she was nude except for her knee socks and tennis shoes. She had two cocks clutched in her hands. One man was on his knees in front of her slurping at her creamy cunt. Two of the men were sucking on her tits and another man was licking her asshole.

"Oh, you guys… whewwww, jeeeeez!" she sighed, weak and trembling.

Mr. Martin stood off to the side jerking wildly on his cock as the other four men pleasured Angie as she never ever thought possible, their hot tongues making her want to scream with joy. She pumped and squeezed the cocks she had in her hands, she pushed her pussy to the lapping tongue, felt the hot lap on her asshole. The two men sucking her tits nibbled her hot nipples. The girl was truly in paradise.

Then the next thing she knew, the muscular man was standing along side of her. He moved to the front, squatted down, slid his arms through her thighs and cupped her ass-cheeks. Then he simply lifted her up off the floor as though she were a doll.

He held her up, her legs hanging over the sides of his bulging arms. His cock leveled at her cunt. He started to swing her in and out until his cock punched into her cunt.

"Ah! Oh, jeez."

"Fuck her!" Mr. Martin cried.

The wrestler held her so effortlessly. She looked into his blue eyes, his handsome face. She slapped her arms around his neck and held on as he swung her in and out while his prick sliced and sawed into her pussy.

"Oh, golly!" she cried. "Fuck me, mister! Jeez, you're fuckin' me!"

"You bet I am," he whispered. "You like it?"

"Oh, yeah. Like this, just swinging on your prick. Oh, shit, sir."

His banana-like prick curved upward into her pussy. He had his legs set apart. He humped his ass and kept swinging her on his prick, in and out, in and out. His hands clutched her ass tightly. Another man came around behind her, knelt down, lifted up his face and slapped his tongue at her asshole.

"Ahhhhh!" Angie yelled. "Ahhhhhhh, shit!" Then the muscular man took her down to the carpet. She lay on her back. He mounted her, his cock still in her, and he began banging up and down. She wrapped her lowly legs around his humping ass.

The other man stood over her jerking on their cocks, so as she fucked she could see them masturbating, and this heightened the fine rife of ecstasy that kicked through her like a vibrating jackhammer.

Then each man took a turn mounting Angie, and she fucked them furiously, bouncing her fine ass up and down on the carpet, bumping up to their plugging, prodding, punching pricks.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She mumbled it over and over, lost in the emotion of pleasure that completely engrossed her.

She fucked five times, came all five times, then lay on the floor panting, spent, and the men stood over her and began to jerk their pricks. She got hot again, stuck a finger in her cunt, and watched them masturbate to her as she squirmed on the floor.

Suddenly they were all coming. Buckets of hot cream splashed on her. Hot goops of jizz splashed to her tummy, her face, her tits, her legs. Big hot splashes of cream spurted out of the five cocks and sprayed her until she was completely soaked with cum.

She came with them, and that's the last thing she remembered. It had all happened so fast, at least it seemed that it had happened quickly, and as she walked home that night, she recalled the whole incident more like a dream than reality. Maybe it was a dream, she thought, but if it was – it was the best dream she'd ever had.