Swim-team Captain, Clive Jensen, took a break between heats, of the High School State Championship swim meet, and walked out-onto the second-floor terrace, over-looking the pool entrance. The lithe, Jamaican-born, eighteen-year-old, was wearing only his team Speedos, and was accompanied by his horny, sixteen-year-old girlfriend, Sally Sweet. "Boy, you’re doing-great today, lover!," Sally purred in his ear, "You’ve won all your heats! Hey, we’re all-alone out here, how about takin’ care of MY heat?". As he leaned his elbows on the three-feet-high, stone, balcony-rail, and looked-out at the playing fields, Sally slipped-off her cover-up, revealing her tiny, little bikini, which amounted to, three postage-stamp-sized, pieces of fabric, that she knew, turned him on. She pressed her body against his back, reaching both arms around his waist, as her large, firm breasts rubbed against his shoulder-blades, and her hands groped his hefty package. She pulled his tiny Speedo to the side, with one hand, and pulled his fourteen-inch, rapidly-swelling cock out, with the other.

"Jesus! I see you’re horny, as usual!." he smiled, "Wait a minute, I’ve got to go-inside and pee, before you get me into something!"

"No, you don’t!," whispered Sally. "Go right here. I’ll hold it for you!" As she continued reaching-around from his back, her two hands gripped his huge, horizontal penis in both hands, and started pumping. He began peeing between the vertical columns of the stone railing, as she squeezed and pumped his squirting-cock. He shook his head, grinned, and turned his face, back towards her, "I can’t believe you, you nut! You don’t seem to be able to get enough of that dick, do you?"

"Absolutely NOT!," she answered, pumping the last few drops out of him, as she turned-him-around to face her, and went down to her knees. She held the base of his huge erection with one hand, and pulled his tight-butt, towards her face, with the other. She stretched her mouth, opened-wide, and slid the giant, purple head of his totally-stiff, three-inch-thick prick, into her mouth.

"Hey, wait-a-minute," he protested, weakly. "We don’t have time for this stuff! I’ve got a meet to swim!"

Sally slid her mouth back from his throbbing cock-head, just long enough to proclaim, "Bullshit! They’ve got an intermission going now, ... I’m more interested in YOUR meat!" Whereupon, she pulled him down, by his prick, to where he was on his back, on the floor of the terrace, with his beautiful, fourteen-inch boner, waving upright, and glistening in the sun. Sally pulled-aside her tiny, "Wicked-Weasel", brand, bikini-bottom, which barely-reached her clit, leaving her little, vertical pubic-tuft showing. She held the middle of his stiff-shaft, and plunged her bare-pussy, straight-down on his throbbing prick. She reached into her purse, and came up with a small, thick, heavy rubber-band, and slipped it over his big balls, compressing them into his nutsack. Now she could do what she loved ... ram her cunt down on his huge erection, while she stretched-out her tiny, G-string bikini-bottom, to hold his full ball-sack, while she bounced up-and-down, on his stiff rod.

About that time, a half-dozen of the cute, team cheer-leaders burst through the doors to the terrace, looking for Clive, as the second-half of the Finals was about to start. "Holy shit!," exclaimed Melissa, the head-cheerleader, as she spotted the fucking-couple on the floor. "Clive, you’re in the next heat!," she blurted-out.

"Never-mind, sweetie," countered Sally, "He’s in all the heat he NEEDS, right now!"

The other cheerleaders got so hot, watching Clive’s monster prick, pumping in-and-out of Sally’s dripping cunt, that they joined them on the deck of the terrace, stripped-off their tiny, thong-panties, and went-down on each other, with their teen-tongues a-twitter into their lovely, shaved-pussies! Melissa glanced at her watch, and shrugged, "Ah, what the hell!," as she dove into the fray, and lanced her pointed tongue, into her sixteen-year-old girl-friend, Kiana. All the young cheerleaders, started cumming in no-time, as they grabbed the back of their girlfriends’ heads, trying to shove those throbbing clits as far as they could, into their lovers’ mouths. Clive announced he was about to pop, as well, and Sally pulled-up and off his pulsing cock, and invited each of the five teens, to grip his massive prick and pump it, at the same time, and "Watch him shoot!" They all came-down from their orgasms, gripped his huge, fourteen-inch weapon, each with one hand on it, in front of the next girl’s, and began a five-girl-pump, simultaneously, on his huge, throbbing organ, while Sally squeezed his full-balls. Immediately, it began squirting heavy bolts of cum, four and five-feet into the air. One of the little cuties hollered, "Hey, the wind is blowing his sperm, back-onto my outfit,... shoot-it over the balcony-railing!" And they all bent his ejaculating-cock toward the railing, and watched it squirt, in huge, curving arcs, over the balcony, and rain-down onto the pool entrance-way, just as people were coming-back-into the lobby, after the break. Some of the gentlemen and ladies, feeling the spray landing on them, looked up at the sky, and were heard to exclaim, "I believe it’s starting to rain!" The girls giggled, unseen, up on the terrace, exchanged some Kleenex tissues, pulled their little thong panties back-on, and led Clive back to the pool, as a couple of them, tried stuffing his still, semi-erect penis, back-into his Speedos.

After the swim-meet, which Clive’s team won handily, the five, now-totally-horny cheerleaders, talked with a bunch of their hot, young girlfriends, and decided to meet-up, in their home-room, for an idea-fest. They had all seen, and printed-out, the Authenticock web-site, and agreed, that although they were nearly-all bi-sexual, and still loved cock, that knew there would always be plenty of available cock around, and they’d really love, to try to talk, their most-heavily-hung humpies, into giving up theirs, for a nice big, real-cock dildo strap-on, to use on their girlfriends. They talked-over some ideas, that the Authenticock people suggested, as ways to persuade the guys. Each girl chose an idea, that might work for them, on their well-hung boyfriends, if they threw a little personal-kink, and a challenge into it. They felt confident-enough, to call Authenticock, and invite them to come to their high school, the following weekend, when another swim meet, would coincide with an alumnae homecoming, dance-party.

Since tonight was Saturday night, they all had dates, and decided to meet-up at the Nookie-Hill Club Bar, where their fake-IDs were never a problem. They talked-over some fun ideas, to do with the boys at the Club, that night, and agreed to all chip-in, on some prizes. Then the girls all split for home, to freshen-up, lose their panties, and change-into their sexiest outfits.

When everyone had arrived, at the Club, and had gotten a beer, Melissa, the head cheer-leader, got all the twenty-five boys together, in a male-only meeting, in the vacant, private dining-room, she’d asked to use. "O.K.," she began, with a grin..."Let’s have some fun with your girlfriends, tonight, shall we? Let’s have a cock-measuring contest! While you’re all in-here, I’ll measure your cocks, with my ruler, and rank your sizes, on these five-by-seven cards, I’ve made-up with strings, to hang-around your necks. The guy with the biggest dick, we’ll call The Fire-Chief ... ‘cause he’s got the longest hose! He’ll get Number One. Then the one with the smallest penis, we’ll call The Assistant Fire-Chief, and he’ll get card number twenty-five! THEN ... I have these twenty-five pencils, with strings on them. You stick the other-end of the string, down the front of your shirts, and inside your pants and Jockeys, and I’ll tie the string, to the head of your cock! Now the idea is, you’ve got to get every girl in the place, to sign your cards! Of course, some of the girls may figure-out, what the numbers mean, and what it’s tied-to, and start yanking-hell out of your pencils! But that will be part of the fun of it! And you guys with low numbers, may suddenly find yourselves, with some of the hot honeys, fighting over-you. Then, when everyone’s well-toasted, we’ll line you all-up, in order, drop your pants, and have a show-and-tell! It’ll be fun! Oh, and next-week, there’ll be some girls here from New York, who your humpies, or whoever you end-up with, may want you to meet..."

Well, they all agreed to undress for the hot Melissa, who asked them all to jerk-off first, so they’d all be hard, for the measuring event.

As soon as she saw one of the fellas get hard, she had her ruler on his prick, and wrote all their names and sizes down on her clip-board, exact to a quarter-of-an-inch! When she’d finished, it was obvious that Clive, would be the Fire-Chief, at fourteen-and-a-half-inches! There were several guys, who measured the exact-same length, as each other, so she measured their cock-widths, to come-up-with the right order. With that accomplished, she then tied the strings, just-behind their still-erect cock-heads, and told them to get their clothes back-on, with their pencils hanging-down from the front of their shirt-collars. Then she distributed the numbered cards, and hung them around their necks. "OK!," she grinned, "Great! Now go back in, grab another beer, on us-girls, and start getting their signatures!"

The girls, of course, were all in-on, what the pencils were tied-to, and had a great time teasing some of the guys, groping them all, and giving a good yank, to others, especially Clive, who got so much pencil-jerking, he stayed-hard the entire time, with his huge prick, sticking clear-up under his shirt, resulting in his pencil hanging-down longer than anyone-else’s! Melissa felt sorry for poor, little Tony, the Assistant Fire Chief, number twenty-five, and packing a four-and-a-half-inch pecker, who’s card, some of the girls, wouldn’t even bother to sign! Finally, most of the cards were all-signed, and Melissa asked the guys, to line-up, in order, on the musicians’ stage, and drop their pants. After lots of "ooo-ing," and "ahhh-ing," from the girls, Melissa gave-out the prizes they’d agreed-on earlier, but with a twist! The number twenty-five guy, Tony, got twenty-five dollars, while the number one guy, Clive, only got one dollar! She explained to Tony, "We figured, that that’s, undoubtedly, all you’re going home with TONIGHT! Whereas Clive, will have more than-enough nookie to compensate for his dollar!" Everyone but Tony, cheered at that thought! One of the sexy cheer-leaders, Keisha, got up, pulled-off her see-through top, and announced, "Listen-up now! We know you guys are straight, but we girls would buy another beer, for any of you who would give one of your pencil-packin’ bros a blow-job!" About a half-dozen of them accepted, on the spot. "You may want to untie those pencils, from your dicks, first!," Keisha added, with a laugh.

The six volunteers paired-up, and began sucking cock. Three remained standing, while their partners went down on their knees in front of them, positioned so the girls could catch all the action. Not surprisingly, the suckers chose the suckees, with the smaller dongs, at first, and, after getting their partner’s cock-heads, lathered-up-well, began jamming their mouths down, on the rampant erections, taking them all-the-way-down their throats. This turned the girls on-so, that they took Keisha’s lead, and began stripping-off their tops, their panties, while some stripped-completely, as they went-down on each other, kissing and sucking their breasts and hard nipples, with others fingering or licking each-other’s now-wet pussies, still trying to keep-an-eye on the hot blow-jobs. Soon, other guys turned to each-other, said, "What the hell, it’s a free beer!," and dove-down on each-other’s stiff pricks. Within ten minutes, every guy on-stage, had a hard cock in his mouth, while all the girls leaned-back in their chairs, and enjoyed the view of the frenzied cock-sucking, while getting their clits sucked, their tits squeezed, and their cunts worked-over by all-number of fingers and tongues! God! It was quite a sight! The bartenders eagerly-caught the action, while trying to open beers, and the other bar-patrons, cheered and applauded their favorites! The guys continued scarfing-down cock, hoping their partners would cum, so they could get-on with their free beers. One "suckee" was heard to say, "Hey, don’t worry! I won’t cum in your mouth!" To which his partner raised his head, and quickly replied, "Ya, right ... and the check’s in the mail!" Three of the girls had the foresight, to be carrying vibrating-dildos, in their bags. They hauled them out, and started working-over their girl-friends clits, and making them cum. Keisha had even planned-ahead, to the point of packing a big strap-on, hot-pink dildo, which she stepped-into, adjusted, and started nailing HER sweetie with! There were girls scattered all-about, moaning in orgasm, and urging-on their girlfriends, with cries of "Oh, ya, ram that dildo into me!," "Bite my clit, chew on it hard!," "God, twist those nipples, while you lick my pussy!," "Stick your whole hand in there!" For young, teen high-school girls, these were some truly-hot honeys!

Finally, the blow-job guys started cumming, in succession, some down their partner’s throats, while a couple, with the biggest penises, with Clive, gave each-other a high-sign, pulled-out of their buddy’s mouths, and lined-up, three-abreast, as Clive hollered, "C’mon, let’s give these girls a show, and see who can shoot the farthest!"

Most of the girls had come-down from their trembling climaxes, at this point, stood-up, with their pussy-juices running down their legs, or still bubbling-out of their cunts, and quickly-gathered around the front of the stage, to watch the "firing-line!" Besides Clive’s amazing fourteen-and-a-half inches, the other two guys were packin’ twelve, and thirteen-inches, respectively, and all had monster balls, bulging with hot sperm! As they stroked their hefty meat, trying to hold-back their impending ejaculations, Clive gave a count-down, "THREE! ... TWO! ...ONE! ... FIRE!" Immediately, their massive, purple cock-heads began spewing ropes of white cum, squirting three or four-feet higher than their pulsing-pricks, into the air, in great, curved arcs. Some shot-over the naked girl’s heads, while most of it hit them directly, as the girls rubbed it into their breasts and bare pussies. Several of the teen-honeys, would track a big load, coming their way, and dodge left-or-right, to catch as much of it, as they could, in their mouths, and swallow-it! Bolt-after-bolt of the hot sperm, kept cumming, splattering the girls in their hair, their faces, and all-over their lithe, young bodies, as they giggled, and rubbed-it-into their skin, or their girlfriend’s. When the gents’ ejaculate-volume, seemed to slightly diminish, three of the dripping girls gave each other a nod, jumped-up on the stage, squatted-down on the floor, in-front of the huge, beautiful, throbbing cocks, and began squeezing their big nuts. That’s all it took! The three mighty penises, came back to full-volume once again, and continued squirting massive gouts of cum, over, and onto the high-fiveing honeys!

About that time, one of the bartenders came up from stage-right, and placed an ice-cold Corona, in each of the guy’s free-hands, as their other hands were too-busy pumping-away! He stood there, in awe, watching the girls cavort in the spray, and said to the ensemble, "You know, I remember, when I was a kid, in the hot summers, how the youngsters, on our block, would open-up a fire-hydrant, and play for hours, in the spray! Now, we’ve got the Fire-Chief here, and you kids are STILL having a ball, in the spray! Only in America! Tradition! That’s what makes this Country GREAT!," he exclaimed, as he thrust his fist up into the air, smiled, left the stage, and went back to the bar. Finally, despite the helpful-honeys, seeming to crush the life, out of their gonads, the three exhausted sperm-donors, finally ran-out-of product, and collapsed in a heap, on the floor. "Who won?," hollered Clive. The girls conferred-together, and agreed it was a dead-heat, as they ordered three more coldies, for all three of them! The bartenders brought-out a quantity of bar-towels, for the girls to tidy-up with, and one of them looked-around the floor, and said, "I can’t wait to see the look on the swamper’s face, when he takes a mop to THIS room!"

Everyone got dressed, hooked-up with the humpy of their choice, had another beer, and spoke of meeting back here, the following weekend, with the Authenticock crew, after the girls had gotten a chance to discuss, their Real-Cock Dildo needs, with their boyfriends. All agreed, it was truly an evening to remember! The High-School honeys, had done the swim team, two other teams, and EACH-OTHER!

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