Chapter 43

The stadium neighbouring my school was quite impressive, and much larger than a town of this size warranted. Ten-thousand seat capacity, concessions, commentary box, VAR, and a broadcast booth. It was even laid out for track and field events, and most perhaps most importantly, considering how rainy the UK is, a retractable roof.

While Wood Green Secondary was better funded than most public schools, a multi-million-pound stadium was far out of the budget. Generous donors, grants, and fundraisers could only go so far. As popular as the annual cheerleader bikini car wash event was, the school had to look further afield to the financing required to build this monstrosity.

Other local schools, sports clubs, associations, and interested bodies all contributed in return for a guarantee of shared use. The successful introduction of American football at my school and others also meant that a dedicated venue would be required.

Luckily for us, a local landowner donated a sizeable unused plot of land conveniently adjacent to the school, allowing us to have it built right next door, making it easier for our team to practise and always play as the home team. Tonight’s game was ostensibly a friendly start of the year scrimmage, but was expected to be a chance for our team to destroy the opposition and get pumped for the upcoming season.

Despite the game’s popularity with students and some of the locals, the stadium was only at less than ten percent capacity, with only the front few rows of opposing sides occupied. The other school’s team had significantly fewer supporters than we did. While they had an American football team like us, they had yet to create a cheer team. Something that would undoubtedly increase support; half the home supporters were only here for the cheerleaders, myself included.

With a few choice commands, I secured us front-row seats at centre field. Amara spotted us and jogged over with a little extra bounce in her step, which caused a whole lot of extra bounce beneath her top. I could practically feel dozens of heads turn to track her path to our seats, and the levels of arousal in the stadium jumped up a notch or two.

“Hey babe!” she chimed excitedly as she leaned over the barrier to give me a hug and searingly hot kiss.

I didn’t need to read anyone’s mind to know every guy watching was thinking what a lucky bastard I was.

“Hey yourself, beautiful,” I replied as we separated.

“How was your date with Maya?”

“It wasn’t a-” I started to say before Amara cut me off, pressing a finger to my lips.

“You took a pretty girl to a restaurant for a romantic meal. It was a date, and I’m sure she agrees.”

I glanced back to see Maya blushing, as Lauren was shamelessly flirting with her. The blush flooding Maya’s tan skin not entirely due to embarrassment. It looked like Maya was starting to accept that she could be attracted to both men and women at the same time, and being surrounded by my harem of openly bisexual girls had her heart racing.

“Most girlfriends would be a bit put out if their boyfriend took another girl out to dinner,” I said, returning my focus to Amara.

“I know, that’s why I’m the best girlfriend ever,” she said with a wink, before prancing back to her teammates.

The cloud of lust slowly filling the stadium thickened noticeably again as every eye followed her perfect derriere and bouncing tits every step of the way. I took my seat next to Maya, with mom on the end of the aisle to my right, and my sister, who was still shamelessly flirting with Maya, sat to her left. Laura, Emily, Pip, and Lacey filed into their seats next to us.

“Eira, it’s lovely to see you!” a familiar voice said from behind.

Both my mother and I turned to see Miss Sif and Miss Amber had taken their seats in the row behind us.

“Andrea! How are you?” Mom effused while standing and leaning over the seat to hug her friend.

“I hear congratulations are in order. You and Rebecca are moving in together, correct?” she said without waiting for an answer to her previous question.

Mom had met all my teachers, including the school’s guidance counsellor, every year for parents’ evening since Lauren had been a student at Wood Green. But beyond that, even before they became exclusive, Miss Amber had become friends with my mother through Miss Sif.

“Yeah, we’ve both been renting since we moved here and decided to put down some more permanent roots. With my contract with the school being renewed, it felt like the right time.” Miss Sif said, taking her girlfriend’s hand and shooting her a brief affectionate look.

“Well, if you need help searching for a place, I have a friend who is an estate agent who might be able to help you find a place. I can introduce you to Cathy at the party tomorrow. She is a good friend and is handling the sale of my own house.”

“Oh yeah, I think we met at a few yoga classes last year.”

Their conversation was cut short as the school band started up, and the lights dimmed over the stands while the pitch stayed brightly lit, thanks to eight massive banks of floodlights. The junior cheer squad ran out full of energy and spirit. The crowd cheered as soon as they came out. They flawlessly danced and cheered through a twelve-minute set, the band providing the music.

I tried to watch the team as a whole, but my attention kept drifting back to my little sisters. Other than the obvious physical attributes making them stand out from their less well-endowed teammates, they seemed to just have more than the other girls. More of what I couldn’t tell you, they just had an extra something to them.

It wasn’t just me though. When I opened up my mind and started skimming the surface thoughts of the audience, I found thatjust about every guy watching them was aroused to some degree. A fair number of girls were too. I couldn’t blame them: the tight, skimpy outfits, the energetic dance, their youthful beauty and allure, and the whole cheerleader aesthetic was the whole package.

I cast my mind out further, locating the parents and siblings of all the girls dancing on the field. I found a nonzero number of fathers and brothers lusting after their daughters/sisters as they moved through their routines.

This may come as a bit of a surprise to some, but I was firmly of the opinion that incest was totally fine. So long as all parties were consenting, why not enjoy yourself? I’m sure it’s much better, and much safer, for teens like the girls on the cheer squad to explore their sexuality in the comfort of their own home with someone they trust and who cares for them, than the alternative. Who better to teach a girl about her body than her parents or older siblings? Patience, love, understanding, and no judgment. Seemed like a no-brainer to me.

It was much better than an awkwardly fumbling around with a pimple-faced schoolboy or just being another notch on the belt of some older guy. Maybe I was a little biased though. Anyways, judging by all of the shifting hips and stiffening dicks, it looked like some of the team would be open to discovering the joys of incest. I located the minds of the relevant cheerleaders and their family members, who shared that desire and gave them a gentle nudge them to pursue it.

While I had already fucked my way through most of the senior squad, the junior squad was mostly an untapped resource of sweet teen pussy. Despite the school orgy, five of them had stuck to girl-on-girl action, and were still virgins, at least as far as my powers were concerned. It was kinda bullshit that only penetrative sex with a guy counted in that regard, but I didn’t make the rules. I was looking forward to the weekend though. The twins had invited their entire team to the pool party, and I fully intended on fucking all the girls.

Switching my focus back to myself, I was in need of immediate relief. I scanned the crowd as the band played the junior squad off, and started up a new song to bring out the players. While I could have used any of my girls, I wanted them to be able to enjoy the game.

My attention settled on a girl three rows back. She was in my year, but we only shared one class, and I don’t think we’d ever really talked. Her name was Zuzanna. Her father was Polish and ran a trendy bakery in town, while her mother was Croatian. Her mother and older sister, Elwira, ran a small café attached to her father’s bakery that was gaining popularity with its mix of Polish and Croatian goods.

She was gorgeous and had an exotic cast to her. Her mixed heritage gave her exciting and attractive facial features. Combined with her dark brown hair, light blue eyes, and just a light tan that was all packed into a fit sixteen-year-old body. She was a certified hottie.

A few choice commands and a little power later, she was walking unnoticed towards me. I admired her body as she approached.

Zuzanna Babić, 16, Not a virgin.

Height - 5’4”

Weight - 50kg

36D - 30 - 32

Health - Good.

STI - Negative

Relationship Status - Dating

Orientation - Straight

Long tan legs, left mostly bare by the denim mini-skirt she was wearing, showed some decent but not overly done muscle tone. Clearly she took good care of her body and worked out at least somewhat regularly. Her slim waist and flat stomach further reinforced this conclusion. She was wearing a black tube top under a crop top made of translucent, gauzy fabric. The overall effect was quite nice, looking pretty hot while making an attempt, no matter how weak, at appearing decent.

As we were sitting right next to the pitch, as there was plenty of space between my legs and the barrier. The seats behind us had considerably less legroom; enough to sit comfortably, but not enough to spread your legs and fit a sixteen-year-old babe to suck your cock.

“Hey Thor,” she greeted me, in her subtle and unique accent.

“Hi Zuzanna. How’s it going?

“I’m okay, sports aren’t really my thing though. I wondered if I could blow you instead.” she asked casually, in the same way you might ask to borrow a book or a pencil sharpener.

“Sure. Go right ahead.”

“Cool! I just love sucking cock!” she exclaimed happily.

Just as the players lined up for the kickoff, Zuzanna dropped to her knees before me, unzipped my trousers and fished out my dick.

“Oh damn, you’re packing some serious heat down here,” she said as she started to jerk my cock while admiring its size.

I loved the slight lilt she had to her voice. I was a real sucker for an accent, they made everything sound so much sexier. The game began, and the pretty girl between my legs started to explore my cock with her tongue, eventually taking the fat head into her warm mouth. I let out a soft groan of satisfaction as she slowly devoured my cock. My groan drew my sister’s attention, and she winked at me before returning her attention to the game. My mother just arched an eyebrow and shook her head in response to my antics.

The sphere I had cast to keep everyone’s attention off my impromptu fellatio session and focused on the game didn’t cover my harem. The fact my mom had such a lacklustre reaction to her son receiving a blow job in public was quickly becoming normal. I wove my hands into Zuzanna’s hair, gently encouraging her to go deeper and controlling her pace. It was a decadent, long, and indulgent blow job, rather than just a quick face fuck to get my rocks off.

She started to gag and choke around my cock as I reached her throat. When the first drip fell from her lips, she pushed herself off me and pulled her gauzy half-tee off over her head, and then went for her tube top. The tight, stretchy material briefly got caught on her tits, causing them to drop and bounce beautifully when they came free. They were a truly fantastic pair of tits.

“I don’t want to get my clothes dirty,” she said as an explanation for her actions. My mother, ever the saint, held out a hand and took Zuzanna’s tops so she could resume sucking my cock.

She had some past experience sucking dick, but never one as large as mine, and she’d never deepthroated before. I would have been content to just enjoy her mouth, but when our team scored the first touchdown about ten minutes into the game, I reacted without thinking and thrust my hips forward while pulling my hands, still wrapped in her hair, in toward my hips.

With that, my cock was suddenly forced straight into Zuzanna’s virgin throat. With her eyes bugging out in shock, she started gagging as she tried to breathe around my cock, but my cock was just too large for that to be possible. She didn’t have any of the harem commands that would have made it easy to take my cock into her throat, but she had somehow managed it with tears forming in the corners of her eyes. When Zuzanna ripped her face off my cock, a fat glob of mixed saliva and precum fell from her lips and splattered onto her tits. Good thing she’d taken her top off already.

“Holy crap, I can’t believe that fit,” she gasped, coughing between her words, as she used two hands to stroke my spit-slickened cock.

“Sorry, I got a little too excited for a second,” I apologised with a wry grin.

She smiled back from behind my cock, kissing the pillar of meat at the same time. Raising herself onto her knees, she wrapped her soft pillowy tits around my cock. I groaned as she started to work her big tits over my cock. I moaned even louder as she slid her lips around the fat head of my dick. She sucked softly and swirled her tongue around the sensitive underside, while her tits massaged my shaft.

Mom and Lauren were now splitting their attention between the sexy Polish-Croatian teen between my legs and the game taking place on the field.

The lust I had felt from the crowd earlier had diminished slightly, replaced by excitement for the game and general enjoyment of the atmosphere. Still being tuned into it all made the sensations of Zuzanna’s mouth and tits around my cock all the more intense. That being said, as awesome as her big tits felt, and as erotic as her teasing blowjob was, I wanted to feel her pussy wrapped around my dick.

I reached down, pulled her up onto her feet, spun her around, and bent her over as I stood. She gripped the barrier separating the stands from the field to brace herself for what was to come. With a flick of her hair, she smiled over her shoulder and wiggled her ass at me.

I flipped her short skirt up around her waist and groaned at the sight of her ass. It was toned, round, the same beautiful light tan as the rest of her, and all framed deliciously by the black lace of her panties. I gripped a cheek in each hand, filling my hands with her soft, warm flesh before giving each cheek a firm slap.

“Oohh, gimmie that dick,” she groaned.

Slipping one hand up to her hip, and pulling her underwear to the side with the other, I lined myself up and buried my cock inside her.

“Holy fuuuuck,” she screamed as I stretched her wide, seven of my nine inches of meat stuffing her completely full.

“God, that’s tight,” I groaned in response.

Behind me, my mother and sister moaned softly as they watched my cock spear my classmate’s pussy. I held myself as deep inside Zuzanna as I could get, stirring her insides with a steady motion of my hips, enjoying the warmth of her tight, clenching cunt. Throwing her hair over the other shoulder this time and twisting around a bit to get a better view, she looked back at me.

“Fuck me,” she pleaded.

Her eyes shone with a desperate need to fuck. Her hips pushed back at me, grinding in small circular motions as she strained to fit the last two inches inside her. If it weren’t for my hold on her, she would be rocking back and forth, fucking herself on my cock.

“Come on, use me! Fuck me with that monster dick. Pound me until you cum and fill me!” she moaned.

‘Wow, she’s getting really into this,’ I thought, appreciating how her unique accent sounded

I was a sucker for a girl with an accent, and Zuzanna was no exception. I kicked her legs out slightly wider and pushed her further forward over the barrier. With my partner now in position, I took a firm hold of her and slowly pulled myself back until my cock left her pussy entirely. She whimpered as my tip pressed against her sensitive lips, but that was as far as I went.

“Please,” she begged.

“Please, what?” I asked, nudging her entrance with my cock, soaking it in her dripping juices.

“Please, Daddy. Fuck me. Give your naughty little slut your big cock,” she pleased,

The daddy/daughter play was new, but not unwelcome, and apparently met with Mom and Lauren’s approval, as I could hear them chuckling and bantering behind me. I thrust forward, slamming into Zuzanna hard, ramming the head of my dick against her unyielding cervix. She squealed at the powerful and sudden penetration exclaiming loudly in Polish.

“O kurwa!”

I didn’t speak a lick of Polish, but even I didn’t need a translation for that.

I pulled back and pushed in again, starting to build up a steady rhythm, my cock pistoning in and out of my hot classmate. The crowd’s excitement grew as Wood Green’s team made their way down the field towards the end zone. Behind me, I could feel Mom and Lauren’s arousal grow as Zuzanna and I headed toward a shared climax.

“Well how about now, you enjoying the game any more now?” I asked her and I continued to ream out her insides.

“Fuck yes!” she gasped, before continuing. “Best game I’ve ever been to, but you know what would make it even better?” she asked.

“What?” I asked as I ground my erection into her moist quim.

“Pull my hair,” she demanded, with a fiery passion.

Who was I to deny such a request from a lady?

I reached up and wrapped a fist up in her long, dark hair. I pulled firmly, and she let her head be forced backwards. The slight spike of pain was the last spark my latest partner needed to push her over the edge. Her pussy squeezed tight around my cock as the velvety walls of her cunt massaged my cock and she came. Her cry of ecstasy as she creamed around my cock was completely drowned out by the crowd’s roar as our team scored a touchdown.

The rush of the crowd’s energy, on top of Zuzanna’s sexual energy, and the fantastic, warm embrace of her pussy tipped me over the edge as well.

I slammed home into her clenching cunt and pulled her body upright so her back was against me. My balls tightened, my cock throbbed, and I groaned loudly as cum raced up my shaft to explode out and fill Zuzanna. I pulled her back with me as I shuffled back and dropped into my seat. I rubbed her midriff, enjoying the feel of her smooth, warm skin, even as I continued to pump her insides full of my spunk. My hands stilled as hers came to rest over mine, and she relaxed back against my chest.

We bathed in the warm glow of our post-orgasmic bliss as the crowd settled and play resumed. Paying no attention to my surroundings, and entirely focused on the delightful little shivers of Zuzanna’s insides, I didn’t notice my mother and sister drop to the floor before us.

The first I realised something was happening was when a pair of needy tongues began licking up the mixed juices that had leaked onto my thighs. Next, they moved up over my balls, caressing them with their tonguestreating them with a lustful reverence. I slid forward and spread mine and Zuzanna’s legs to open us both up to the attention of the mother-daughter duo kneeling before us.

I groaned as they each sucked one of my already refilled balls into their mouths.

“You two just couldn’t help yourselves could you?”

“Well it would be a shame to let all this delicious cum go to waste,” Lauren said.

“Mmmmmm” was Mom’s only response as she focused on the task at hand.

Gentle suction and soft caresses of their tongues rapidly had my cock twitching and throbbing inside the orgasmic teen seated on my dick. Lauren moved up from my balls, leaving them to our mother, and began licking the base and exposed two inches of my cock, before turning her attention to Zuzanna.

The busty babe moaned and squirmed in my lap as my sister licked around our joined sexes. Zuzanna gasped as my sister’s talented mouth went to town on her sensitive clit. The way she was moving her hips in response to Lauren’s ministrations was causing my cock to shift and rock inside her, driving both of us towards another orgasm.