As you continue to orally service the rival school's head cheerleader as your part in a lost bet between the two schools, you feel what seems like a hand against the right cheek of your outthrust ass. You are sure it is a hand when you feel it leave your nicely rounded asscheek and return with a resounding smack against your defenseless tush.
You try to guess who could be doing this to you, but while your head is in a leghold under the short skirt of the cheerleader seated before you, there is no way to see what is going on. With the well-toned thighs of Wendy crushed against your tiny, shell-like ears, all you can hear is muffled voices and what sounds like the blood rushing inside your head.
Another hand finds your left asscheek, and soon the painful swats alternate between cheeks. As you continue to diddle your tongue inside the wet recesses of Wendy's greedy pussy, you try to determine who could be doing this to you. The hands reddening your ass seem small, probably girls'. It is then you manage to hear, even through the fleshy vise of the cheerleader's thighs, Wendy shriek, "Give it to her hard, squad!" You can only assume that it is Wendy's cheer squad further humiliating you by spanking your ass until it is one dull, throbbing ache.
A throbbing that is transfering down to your untouched pussy. You find yourself wishing someone would touch you there as the forceful swats push your face deeper between the cheer captain's legs.
Your button nose jams further into the hooded area of Wendy's clitoris, starting the girl to buck in climax on your face as you are able to push your tongue even deeper into the recesses of the brunette's well-used cunny. You struggle to lap up the juices that now flow freely from her vaginal depths as she continues to hump your face, pulling at your hair to force you deeper as the girls behind you continue to batter your ass with their stinging palms.
Finally, you feel Wendy relax her hold on you as she collapses back against the statue behind her. She lets go of your hair, her legs lie limply over your shoulders.
The spanking also stops, but you feel hands grip your hips.
You wonder what they have planned next. Will..
--The other cheerleaders take their turn in line?
--The mascot get his blowjob?
--The football team get their turn?
--The dean break things up?
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