When I was in high school, the coach took all of the senior members of the team on a weekend retreat every year. The seniors were sworn to secrecy about what occurred on the retreat. When I, a second-string halfback, went on the retreat, I found out why. The twelve of us plus the coach, shared a cabin at Lake Nelson, a few miles from town. The cabin next door was inhabited that weekend by the ten senior cheerleaders and their advisor.

After we guys got settled in, Coach called us into the main room of the cabin. "Circle up, guys, and strip, " he said. "You're going to have a little contest. It's a circle jerk, with four awards. Who cums first, who cums most, who cums last, and who shoots furthest." We looked around the circle at each other. Of course, we'd all seen each other naked in the locker room, but this was something new. Slowly, we began taking our clothes off.

Funnily, though, as we got naked, it began to turn each of us on, and by the time we were down to our nothings, all twelve of us had erections. Coach blew his whistle, and we began to stroke. Tommy, our quarterback, came first. Frank, a tailback, shot a load that would have done a porn star proud. Dave's load wasn't as big as Frank's, but it spread almost across the circle. And Jim managed to hold in his load longer than any of us.

After Jim shot his wad, we heard giggling. I looked around and saw the cheerleaders' faces pressed against the cabin windows.

Through the cabin's thin walls, I heard Mrs. Morgan, a math teacher and the cheerleaders' advisor. "Go on in girls, the meat's ready.

" Several of us on team were already dating cheerleaders, so those pairings happened naturally when they came into the cabin.

I had been dating Becky for only a couple of weeks and hadn't even gotten to "first base" yet, so I was more than a little embarrassed to be standing there buck naked when she came over to me. But when she cupped my balls and said, "You are better looking without your clothes than I ever imagined, " i just leaned down, kissed her and slipped my hand up under her tee-shirt. She stepped back and proceeded to pull the shirt over her head. Becky had really big tits, with large brown nipples. Then she dropped her shorts.

She was wearing a bright red thong, which she slowly rolled down over her thighs and dropped to the floor. I never would have guesed it ahead of time, but Becky shaved her softness. Well, I went down on my knees and buried my face in that softness.

My hand went up and tweaked her left nipple. I carressed her breast and sucked on her slit, putting my tongue as far up that sweet warmth as I could.

Becky pushed me down on the floor. My prick was as hard as I'd ever experienced, and she took me in her mouth. God, it felt good. She toyed my knob until I thought I might burst, then she pulled away. "Just a second, dear, " she said. "Pull yourself together, then I want you inside me." She laid down beside me, resting one of those gorgeous tits on my arm. I looked around, and boy was the testosterone flowing. There was sucking and playing everywhere. Not more than three feet away from me, Coach had stripped and Mrs. Morgan was on her knees sucking him.

As I watched, I could see him tighten, and then he shot his load into Mrs. Morgan's mouth. His creamy white cum oozed out of her lips as she toyed his prick clean.

Maybe the most interesting sight was Tommy and Tim. There had always been a hint that they were gay, and now they were off in a corner of the room sucking each other's thingys.

I found it oddly fascinating watching them, but not for long, because Becky straddled me and took my hard thingy into her slick softness. I really enjoyed watching her ride my length, the sight of it going in and out of her cunt, her tits bouncing above my face.

I reached up and grabbed hold of both of her breasts and hung on for dear life. After a while, I could feel the exquisite feeling begin to build in my thingy. "Oh, god, I'm gonna cum." "Cum to me, baby, " Becky said, just as I shot my load into her hot, slick softness.

When I was done, she got off of me and toyed my length clean. "We taste good together, " she said. We laid on the floor together, holding hands, until Mrs. Morgan blew Coahe's whistle and yelled, "Okay, change partners." And that was the tone for the weekend.

By the time we left Sunday afternoon, I'd played or been sucked by ten cheerleaders and Mrs. Morgan. Ah, football.