Summer Camp

[AngelaSaxon]

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Jane looked out of her new cabin at a beautiful view - a big lake surrounded by forest, and, dotted all around, the huts and cabins in which small armies of college students were now staying.

The big summer camp had everyone split up into their little cliques - different groups of cheerleaders, of jocks, debate club people, science nerds, band camp people, a few different fraternities and sororities, a huge spectrum.

But the camp was designed to bring everyone together, in everything from sports to competitive charity fund-raising to parties, and of course everything college-age kids could find to do in a world of blue water and sandy beaches and even a few palm trees, planted to give a tropical effect.

Not to mention, since everyone was at least 18, everything young people could find to do in a state with a drinking age of, yes, 18.

Jane took her gaze form the window and looked at herself in the mirror to finish dressing, a look on her face of hope and longing (almost like one might find on the face of an author hoping for inspiration to find a way that she could have someone describe themselves without having to have a character look into a mirror).

She liked what she saw, and so, in truth, did almost everyone else.

She was blonde (though there was some debate about whether people thought she was a natural blonde). She was spectacularly beautiful with an amazing, heart-shaped face and green eyes. And she had a figure guys found exciting, even when they could to some degree only guess at her shape, since it was covered by her almost-always modest clothing.

Certainly she couldn't totally hide the fact she had those big, firm, round boobs, and there was again speculation as to whether THOSE were entirely natural.

People couldn't tell whether she was very modest, prudish, or maybe just liked denying the boys a chance to see any of what she must surely know (the boys reasoned) they would love to see.

Jane finished buttoning up her blouse and got ready to meet with the rest of her little entourage.

Her own group of cheerleaders were a lithe and sexy lot, even if some were a bit top-heavy. Or a lot top-heavy, in a few cases.

Given who else would be here, it was difficult to not be very conscious that they had a rivalry with a debate club for the charity fund-raising competition, and Jane knew the girls would be eager to win. That alone would bond people together and create what could be a healthy spirit of competition. Or a spirit of cheating, sabotage and malicious pranking. She would find out soon enough.

 

[JonathanBair]

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[JonathanBair]

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[Obuzeti]

"Yeah, I can see where the money for our club went," Matthew said, acerbic. There's a pair of binoculars held up to his face, and he stares right out at the cheerleaders as they file out of their cabin, makeup prettily applied and fingernail polish glistening.

"Silicon?" Kirby guesses from where he's sat at their picnic table idly flipping through a motorcycle magazine. The quip draws a chuckle from their rag-tag group: four boys, all told, all members of the long-loved and now-defunct Engineering Club. It had been dismantled to 'free up funds for other scholastic activities', and taking a look at the new uniforms and equipment the cheerleaders and football team was sporting, it wasn't hard to guess where that was.

"I'd believe it," Matthew says, amused, and sits his ass back down.

The de facto leader of their little band, Matthew Barrow is a hellion; greased fingers and oil streaking his cheeks, wicked smile, broad and strong. Years spent welding, lathing, and milling had turned his arms and shoulders into thick trunks and his shoulders wide. He'd never have the water-diet fitness of the sports freaks, or the letterman jackets and jerseys, but a truce had been settled years ago between his lads and the ballers: no fights started, none ended with a blowtorch.

He'd caught a suspension over that threat, but whatever, it was worth it to keep Jonathan from getting shoved in another locker. He took a look at his compatriots.

Kirby, tall and lanky beside him, fiddles with a spark plug idly. He's already bemoaning the time he's going to have to spend fixing their club Jeep - the battery had died because some doofus had left the lights on all night.

Jonathan, club squirt, short and stout, but he was their squirt, and no one else was allowed to push him around or talk shit to him. He had his binder open and a gleam in his eye as he scribbled. Guy had a genius for devious inventions and mechanical bypasses. Matthew let him work - the results would be worth it.

Lastly Larry: lazy, failing most of his courses, uninterested in grades, but a genius mechanic and a master of taking things that didn't fit and plugging them together in a working system. It was forgone that he and his ballcap would be in his dad's garage before the year was out, fixing cars right alongside him. School was a joke to him.

His boys. His men. And they had this one last, great shot at revenge before the year closed out and half the people responsible for splitting up their club took off for other states, other colleges, and other programs.

"Well, no point in starting around looking mutinous," Matthew says, kicking off the table and putting his binocs away. He gestures the boys to him, and they amble after, a grey-and-black posse with their worker's aprons slung over shoulders and old, grease-streaked clothing that invited mockery from everyone that wasn't in the know. "Let's go scope it out. Introduce ourselves. Look for - opportune targets."

"Equipment shed?" Larry says, yawning, naming where all the uniforms and equipment were stored.

"Why Larry," Matthew replies with a wide-cracking smile, "Going basic-bitch, eh? But hey: works for me. Let's get the party started."

 

[AngelaSaxon]

Tania had decided to relax by the lake in the hot sun waiting for the rest of her cheerleader group to turn up.

Putting on her yellow bikini, but wrapping herself fin a towel for her journey through any area in which she might meet people, she walked along the shore of the lake until she found a spot out of sight of any of the huts, a little strip of sand surrounded by trees seeming like they would provide real seclusion, genuine privacy. And, with not a single person in sight, she lay down on the sand to sunbathe, to rest and enjoy the warmth of the day and finally get rid of a few tan-lines.

Tania put the towel down and lay on her back for a while, spreading some mild suntan lotion over herself, her soft hands slipping over her smooth skin, and even slightly under her bikini top and bottoms to make sure her was covered.

But she was hoping for a smooth even tan, so she lay on her front on the towel and undid her top at the back.

Looking around, she could tell no-one was going to be interrupting her, so she reached down and undid her bottoms and slip both top and bottoms out from under her, leaving them in a little pile on the sand, her long slim legs, wide hips and luscious round ass exposed, her perky c-cup tits pressed into the towel

And it was i this position, naked, lying on her front, that she slid into a haze of relaxation, almost drifting deeper into sleep on that little beach…

And so it was not surprising that she didn't hear the group coming near until they were already almost able to see her!

Suddenly Tania's eye went wide, she didn't recognise Matthew Barrow's voice but she could hear him and his friends chatting loudly and getting closer!

She was up in the flash, panicking, looking around, she didn't even have time to get dress but just grabbed her bikini and towel and tried to run, wrapping the towel around her as she went.

Boobs bouncing and butt jiggling, she moved, a bit awkwardly as she struggled with everything she was holding and trying to wrap around her body, nonetheless as fast as she could.

Just at the moment when the group of boys came into view - and all suddenly saw her! - Tania's towel got caught on a branch and was ripped away, leaving her nude, bikini top and bottoms and hand, eyes going wide.

She just turned and sprinted, putting hands over her face rather than trying to hide anything else - thinking if they don't recognise her it won't be as embarrassing...

 

[Obuzeti]

Matthew's eyes, of course, are immediately drawn to the fine ass on display before him. "Gentlemen, we have a contestant, and she is absolutely fine," he says with the reverence of a man discovering religion. Tania Willows both does track and cheerleading; the result is a butt high and tight, probably firm enough to bounce a quarter off of, and it's just laid out there in the open. There's no way he wouldn't recognize that ass, he's been staring at it in gym for years; so he glances to both sides for any witnesses as he holds a hand up to stop the guys.

When he looks back, Tania's off to the races, her swimsuit and towel in tow, but she loses the latter to an errant tree branch. She jiggles away, covering her face of all things. Matthew cocks an eyebrow.

"God-damn she's fine," opines Jonathan, eyes misty. He's already sketching a picture of that masterpiece in his binder out of sheer habit. Matthew looks at it and suddenly evil comes upon him.

"You know, she lost her towel," Matthew says absently. "You draw a good enough portrait, we could take it and the towel, put it someplace nice and public, and leave a note saying she lost that towel and we're making sure she gets it back."

There's a moment of stunned silence among the group until Kirby breaks out in giggles. "You just a swell guy, Mat," he says, in between laughs, as the rest of the group breaks down. "You got your heart on your sleeve."

"I do my best to look out for the common man," Matthew says, solemn.

"That's a woman," Larry notes, master of the obvious.

"Yes, we definitely noticed," Matthew says, dry. "Onward! There are shenanigans to induce, and fools to embarrass!"

With Jonathan gleefully touching up the sketch and cradling the towel to his cheek like a newborn baby, they proceed towards their goal at the shed.

~*~​

It's not really a shed. The storage building is a two-story structure that had probably been a barn at some point and now stored everything a shrieking mass of adolescents would need to not die horribly at camp, which meant it was packed. Even the doors don't open all the way in, blocked almost immediately by boxes of emergency supplies chucked carelessly at the very entrance instead of stacked properly. Matthew clicks his tongue. "Shameful. A real mess. Clean the entrance boys - but, eh, maybe leave it blocked. We can handle this on our own."

"Sure," says Larry, and they set to cleaning as they go in search of their designated targets, hidden in all the clutter. That's when a rattle of boards alerts them to someone else in the building.

"Hello the house?" Kirby says, with a raised eyebrow. "Anyone up there?"

It's clearly from the second floor, but in the dim light and with the raised lip blocking their view, there's no way to tell who.

 

[AngelaSaxon]

Alana looked down at the group and smiled.

She had arrived at the college some time ago; the idea of coming to this summer camp didn't occur to hr for quite a while.

When they first saw Alana, some of the nerds at the college, and some others as well, could barely keep themselves from cheering, a exquisite red head entering their world. She was a looker. A cute, heart shaped face and long red hair held up in a ponytail. Her nubile young body barely contained by her outfit, it sometimes seemed. But it got better.

After seeing her, some of the students went on-line, hoping against hope for naked photos or maybe even a porn site dedicated to this beautiful woman?

Instead, some had managed to track her internet activity to a different site, one she ran with a few like-minded girls. A site dedicated to stripping and humiliating beautiful women. The beautiful red-head was a lesbian. And a lesbian with a passion for stripping and humiliating very hot women.

The site did not pay girls to pretend to be embarrassed - this underground sensation didn't just talk the talk, the girls involved walked the walk. They strove for authenticity.

So a lesbian with a passion for stripping and humiliating hot women, and she had come to THEIR COLLEGE! And now their SUMMER CAMP!

Alana now had three things on her mind, and they were the tits of the head cheerleader, the ass of the head cheerleader, and the pussy of the head cheerleader. She was at camp to have fun, and to find some photos and video for her website (and thus to make some money out of her fun).

She needed allies, though.

She had chosen some of the more capable. Others might underestimate them, but she knew better.

"Hello!" she called down. "Glad you are finally here."

 

[Obuzeti]

Matthew raises an eyebrow as the stranger reveals herself. Alana is one of the finer catches to come through the local college; red-headed, leggy, and with a pair of tits that bounced whenever she so much as took a breath. She both batted for the other team and only played her mind games with the other girls, so he hadn't paid her much attention. Apparently she's big deal somewhere, though, because Jonathan is just about hyperventilating.

"Oh shit," he says, breathless. "Hi, Alana!"

"Don't cream your pants, bud," Matthew advises, immediately drawing a brick-red flush on the other guy's face. "Aloha up there. Sorry to, eh, clog the taco party."

The barrel-chested grease gorilla squints up at Alana. She's wearing some kind of T-shirt that's nice and tight, and he can't help but enjoy the view. "That said, you sound like you're expecting us. I kind of thought you'd be going for other targets."

"You gonna do a shoot here at the camp, Alana?" Jonathan says, stars in his eyes and a tent in his pants. Clearly, he's a big supporter of the website.

Larry and Kirby look interested but keep sorting through the mess in search of their targets: interesting as this may be, they still came here with a job to do. Getting Alana out of the way will be the fiddly part, but something niggling at the back of Matthew's mind makes him think that won't be such a huge trial, here.

 

[AngelaSaxon]

"Up here!" she said to Jonathan, trying to move his attention from where the dress she wore was, admittedly, like a coat of paint over her spectacular knockers; the figure-hugging t-shirt meant it took more than a minute for her to succeed in getting everyone's attention up as far as her face.

She walked down to meet the boys on the ground level, and those who saw her from behind in the process saw that her skirt was also like a second skin over her ass, and so a couple of the boys were distracted watching her delicious rump bouncing slightly with each step.

"Yes, I'm doing, as you say, a shoot here. Or possibly several. Think of Morningwood Summer Camp as one big set."

Alana leaned her butt against a desk and crossed her arms over her tits.

"I have some ideas, and I'd like to hear your plans as well. Plus I've got a few very high-quality cameras and assorted technology I think could be useful, and not only for my little website.This could be the beginning of a beautiful alliance," she said with what could only be described as a smirk.

The next half-hour was an animated exchange of ideas and plans. Maybe not all of Alana's, and not all of Matthew's, but enough of each to make it clear they could be useful to one another.

 

[Obuzeti]

The first target is the cheerleader's big project, which had turned out to be a half-assed job the Engineering Club had built anyways: the Pie Wall. The basic concept was five cheerleaders got lined up in individual cubicles and put their heads through holes in a wall, and people paid money to throw pies at them. They'd intended it to be a joke, with the twenty-foot distance and natural floppiness of the pies ensuring basically no hits, but - well, that was where the engineers came in.

First, they added holes for the hands, and then inflatable pads to hold the cheerleaders in their places. Then they added a stereo to play music in the meantime, and Matthew assured the girls that each round would only last the length of a song - but the first song in was a remix three times as long, a fifteen minute masterpiece. The volume was up loud enough to block out any noise, as well.

Then, they put out a quiet word for the more unscrupulous boys to see who'd enjoy fifteen minutes with the tail end of a cheerleader and a nice bit of privacy. Alana had been in charge of organizing the customers on that end - her website is more suited to handing discreet and anonymous traffic than anything the engineers could do in person and on the spot.

Matthew whistles and wipes the sweat from his brow as he finishes installing the last camera in the cubicles. "This is downright vicious," he says, warmly. "I approve."

Kirby, double-checking the pressure gauges and the air tank hidden underneath the stand, throws a thumbs-up. "All good down here, boss."

Jonathan is bouncing on his feet, eyes wide and practically salivating. "Oh, Jesus, I can't believe we're going to do this. Can I go first?"

"Paying customers first, buddy," Matthew says with a fish-eye on the squirt, but then shrugs. "I suppose we can reserve one piece of ass for the house. Text Alana, let her know the plan is go. Get her people lined up."

Larry is on his phone.

After a beat, Michael throws a wrench at him, making him jump. "Text Alana, you dipshit! Show's on the road!"

He closes the doors to the cubicles, takes a deep breath, and puts on his game face - a lazy grin, sharp as a razor. He ambles over to where the cheerleaders have gathered in their little glittery clique, and his heart beats faster despite his outward chill, knowing that soon enough he'll have all these chicks bent over for the pleasure of everyone that can afford his good graces.

"Ladies," he says, with mock smoothness. "Le Chateau de Tarte is open for business. Please proceed single file into your assigned seats and keep all hands outside the vehicle while it is in motion. Your flight attendants will be with you shortly."

 

[AngelaSaxon]

A wonderfully bright, sunny day, Jane had chosen to wear a light, floral pattern sundress. Her breasts bounced slightly under the dress as she strode forward through a large, grassy clearing, causing a couple of Debate Club boys she passed to stop and take a second look.

People were rooted all around in little groups, or sometimes not-so-little ones.

Jane stepped up to stand next to Tania, and then Jane and Tania both took a moment to look around at the gathered cheerleaders, all desired and admired, or at least desired.

Tania's own black dress was draped over her form in a delightful way doing nothing to mask the girl's extraordinary figure. But it did cover more of her body than was usual, perhaps as a result of a recent experience on the beach...

All of the cheerleaders were pretty spectacular in clothing and what that clothing to some extent concealed, if truth be told.

"This is the first big one," Jane said. "Who can fundraise more in one afternoon for some charity or other. We've never won this. Never got that little trophy But this time is going to be us who gets it. In part thanks to Alana, whose friends put finishing touches on this wall of pie booths. So thanks Alana!" Jane gestured to where Alana was standing, leaning against a tree a free feet outside of the cheerleader near-huddle.

Alana gave a casual gesture back, smiling, nodding, innocent, helpful.

A few of the girl looked doubtful. Jane couldn't tell if they doubted how many would pay to throw pies, or whether they felt the whole project to be degrading, but either way Jane was having none of it.

"You all know how many people here would love to take a shot at us! Between Tania and I there are at least forty boys within spitting distance who we turned down for dates over the last year. And that isn't even counting the nerds, perverts and general losers who wouldn't even bother to ask, since they know what the answer would be! Believe me, there will be people lining up."

"But -" one girl began to formulate some objection.

"No buts!" Tania cut her off, incorrectly as it would turn out - there would be a few butts. "Some pies to the face, sure - just a few - but every one worth a few bucks, and so we easily win. What is anyone else going to sell over the same period that people will enjoy more? Hmmn? So you take a pie every few minutes, " she reassured about custard-risk quantities, entirely inaccurately. "Believe me, we've wanted to win this competition for three years, and this year will show everyone that we will get it in the end!"

All that was left was to pick the five to take positions in the pie booths, a combination of the hottest and the most disliked, which luckily tended to intersect neatly in this case.

"Any of you who aren't being pied will be out front collecting the money from these suckers," Jane said. "Let's get those other teams behind us. Everyone ready?"

"Oh, one more thing before we start…" Tania said. "Afterward, can someone lend me a towel?"

"Ladies," one of those helpful engineering types said. "Le Chateau de Tarte is open for business."

"You heard him!" Jane urged the four other girls forward.

"Please proceed single file into your assigned seats and keep all hands outside the vehicle while it is in motion. Your flight attendants will be with you shortly."

Clueless but already not thrilled to be facing these pies, the cheerleaders did as they were instructed.

 

[Obuzeti]

Mmhm. Alana gets the thanks. Meanwhile, the actual people who did the work don't get shit. Matthew just about bares his teeth, but rolls it in. There's twenty seconds to go until the plan is green, and he's not giving it away now. The girls file into their cubicles, and there's a heartbeat of silence where he holds his breath - maybe they'll spot the cameras, or get cold feet? - but the heads come out the other side, hands waving, and he breathes a sigh of relief.

"Green. Hit the music, Kirby," he says, and his lad punches the master switch, kicking on the music and the grand show itself. The stereo's turned up too loud, jamming out halfway between the audience and the girls, and the opening notes cover the faint hiss of air as the inflatable collar and shackles take on air - both sealing the girls in place and preventing the audience from seeing anything going on past the cheerleaders.

He nods to Alana and heads to behind the stand, where Larry is pricing out cubicles, and Jonathan is just about vibrating as he watches the camera of Jane's little room. Clapping his hands, Matthew offers everyone a wide smile. "Fifteen minutes, people! Let's not waste any time, yes?"

The cubicles sell out quick. Jane goes for two hundred bucks, which is ridiculous, but one panting young man had been ready for this his whole life. A brown bag is clutched in one hand, and it's clear he's going into this with more than his bare hands, but all Matthew tells him is to keep it clean - if the girls report something it all comes down.

Meanwhile, he leans on the door to Tania's cubicle, and noticeably does not offer a price for it. When the deals are set, he leans the door open, shoots his lads a jaunty salute, and slips inside to taste the fruits of victory.

~*~​

The first hint something is wrong is when the spreader bars click into place - a length of metal that secures everyone's ankles together and keeps them an even distance apart, even as the first pie manages to nail Brianna in the face a couple cheerleaders down. The cheers and hoots attract even more people into the rapidly-forming crowd, and deafen anything the girls themselves are saying.

Then a pair of hands drag Tania's dress back up her body, baring a lacy set of panties and a bra that hangs heavy under the weight of her breasts, and that's definitely out of line. Back in the cubicle, Matthew whistles, and pulls the camera around to do a closeup of those tits; palms one, and lifts it in his hand, then lets it drop and watches it jiggle. It's a magical thing - almost brings a tear to his eye. Instead of wiping at it, though, he drags his hand back up Tania's tight and toned body to that delicious ass and takes a firm handful of cheek, then spanks it. The glute shudders and judders, rippling like delicious, tanned coffee as it's poured.

"This is gonna be a good day," Matthew intones.

Two cubicles down, Pearlman (the lucky winner of Jane's ticket) has wasted no time diving into his bag of tricks. He pushes up her dress as well - and the tit drop there is even more epic, a couple cup sizes bigger than Tania's. Pearlman exhales roughly and moves onto his actual plan instead, moving to Jane's rear where he takes hold of her panties -

- and then slips a vibrating rod of plastic down the back of them and against her lower lips. He steps back and seats himself, watching that panty-clad rear intently as it begins to dance, that quivering tool starting to work its magic. Pearlman's a member of the Toymaker's Club, learning to create and craft their own little gadgets and gizmos - closed, after one of the cheerleaders implied they were using them to bait little kids into kidnap vans. Like what the hell?

No, Pearlman was interested in women, and after today, and after the demo reel he's shooting for Alana of all the fun adult toys he could make, they'd be interested in him too. He'd told Jane that she'd wet her panties for him one day. That day had just come sooner rather than later, funnily enough.

For now, she's just jumping away from the sensation, healthy rear jumping and bumping, delicious globes bouncing as she tries to get away from the sensation. Her breasts hang heavy below, and it's a miracle that Pearlman manages to crane the camera up to focus on Jane's ass instead, holding a copy of the toy currently buzzing her up for the audience to see.

"The Magic Bullet," Pearlman whispers, rotating the lobed and plastic bullet for the world to see. "Discreet, simple, powerful. More RPMs than a Ford engine at max, soft and unnoticeable when set to low. A handy and easily-concealed remote -"

He lifts a handle, with nothing but a trio of buttons to distinguish its plain white surface: up, down, and off.

" - lets you control all the action you want."

He slides the buzzer up from On to 20%, letting it rumble against Jane's fat mons with delicate intensity.

 

[AngelaSaxon]

Jane bent down to the hole and, suddenly feeling reluctant, hesitantly pushed her head through. It wasn't tight, and she had no trouble at all fitting through the hole. She looked out at a crowd, even larger than she had expected, and at first that made her glad, thinking they would be doing very well with this fundraising idea. Then the assembled crowd let out a hearty cheer when they saw her face poking out through the wall, and she saw how many of them were guys cheerleaders had turned down, or sneered at, or ignored…and she saw how widely many seemed to be grinning at the girls, at her, and Jane started to feel a bit more nervous. Maybe this hadn't been a good idea…

Not long after her head was through the hole, Jane knew for sure that something was up, as she felt something seem to inflate - in maybe two seconds suddenly she felt something pressing all around her neck behind the wall and also around her wrists, behind the wall where she had her hands poking through holes next to her head-hole. She instinctively tried to pull her head and hands out in response but found she was stuck!

And then she realised she couldn't move her legs either! Her feet were trapped!

Looking forward she could see clueless cheerleaders following her instructions, helping the boys to choose from a large array of cream pies, ushering them to the throwing area... Loud music was blaring out and despite her efforts there was little chance any of the girls would be able to hear her.

"This can't be good," she thought. She was absolutely right.

Behind her, even over the noise in front, she could make out voices, male voices, people who shouldn't be back there, and it sounded like boys taking money from people, trying to keep people in orderly queues, telling people to keep it down when giggling got too loud!

She drew in as much breath as she could, preparing to yell as loudly as she could, now desperate to get the attention of any of the cheerleaders currently smiling politely while taking money from the guys preparing to launch pies at Jane and the four other girls.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Brianna taking a pie right in her beautiful face.

"HE-" Jane started yelling but that was a far as she got. Maybe it wouldn't have been loud enough in any case, but at that moment one grinning boy let fly, and her cry was interrupted by a large banana cream pie flying fast and hitting her right in the face.

A loud cheer erupted, applauding a direct hit! But even as she shook her head to try to dislodge as much of the pie from her face as possible, Jane noticed that the boys lined up to throw pies seemed to be standing far closer than the distance they had arranged…so close it would be unlikely even the least proficient would be missing their targets…

And then more pies came at her, one after another, and it didn't seem like they would be stopping any time soon!

And then Jane felt her dress being moved. Someone had their hands on her, pushing her dress up and exposing her in her underwear!

"Oh no!" she thought.

She felt hands on her panties, pulling them back! She could swear she heard a voice saying "oh, now THAT is a nice ass!" and then she felt something smooth round and hard pressing own into her panties, and against her pussy, sliding along her lips. And it was vibrating in a way clearly designed to have quite an effect!

She wriggled her ass more and more wildly, trying to get this thing out of her panties and away from her pussy, but she couldn't manage it.

She just knew she was giving some pervert a perfect view of her sweet rump. But she was starting to have other concerns, like how this thing seemed to be getting faster as it vibrated against her most sensitive area…

…..

Brianna had been the first to take a pie to the face, and from that moment the pies kept coming. But very soon it was what was happening behind her that had her attention. Under the cream covering her face, no0on could see the raised eyebrows and wide eyes of panic, or her mouth falling open, or her face getting pink, and no-one could hear her exclaiming through a face of pie "Oh my god!" or just "no! noooo!"

Whoever was behind her hadn't wasted any time. WUickly but carefully they were cutting the straps of Brianna's dress. Then whoever it was took hold of each side of the top of Brianna's dress, and with a mighty yank all the buttons popped off, one after another - Brianna could feel each one fly from her dress like bullets!

Brianna's dress fell to her feet, leaving her bent over, head in the hole in the wall, her face being smothered by pie after pie, and her bra and panty clad body displayed for whoever was eagerly giggling behind her!

A couple of snips later and her bra, already suffering with the weight of her big tits pointing toward the ground, suddenly gave way. Her tits spilled from the falling bra, nipples like cherries. Cheers out front from pie throwers were matched by a cheer behind her as he boobs were exposed.

Brianna squirmed but couldn't stop whoever was back there as they had a good long feel, running their hands over every inch of Brianna's creamy boob flesh, tweaking her nipples in a way that made Brianna let out a short squeak, rubbing, squeezing, pressing her tits together, and then sucking and kissing what felt like every square inch of her defenceless, perfect rack.

Then someone turned their attention to her posterior. They pulled Brianna's panties up, giving her a bit of a wedgy, so that her firm cheeks were peeping out at either side of Brianna's extremely brief silk panties. Then whoever was back there obviously decided that her beautiful panties had to go, sliding them off her hips, pulling them down her long, smooth legs, and leaving them around her feet.

Brianna felt the cool breeze on the cheeks of her bare ass, and a crimson blush infused them with the glow of her embarrassment.

Dismayed, Brianna heard someone comment, "Well, she's blonde all over!"

 

[shizzz]

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[Obuzeti]

Pearlman swallows at the sight before him, and cups those glorious asscheeks and squeezes them together, fondling the taut assflesh. "I can't have imagined a better way to get my career started, babe," he says, and spreads her wide; the camera gets a great picture of her thin panties with the vibe trapped between the thick cheeks of her ass. "What a perfect advertisement you are. I could see you on every channel at midnight."

He pulls out his phone and shoots off a quick text to Alana:

website flash poll: what toy do they want next?

With the viewership already in the hundreds, he's sure he's made some sales already, but he needs to get the audience really stoked. Interactive polls are always a good way to do that.

"You mind some audience participation, Jane?" he says, and pulls the camera around so it can see her dangling tits and the back of her neck where she's stuck in the wall. "Speak clearly or no one can hear you!"

~*~

Matthew jerks down Tania's bra and begins to flick her dangling nipples with a finger, one at a time, before he leans down and sucks one into his mouth with a lecherous grin, enjoying the way it hardens involuntarily as his tongue flickers about it. Then he draws back and waltzes around her bound form to that maximum-level ass; runs a finger along it, and then draws down her panties with that same finger.

"You have a fine ass, Tania," he says, cheerful. "Like, Olympic-level ass. I bet I could sell imprints of it somewhere. You know, like they do molds of celebrity cocks and sell them for a markup?"

His other hand settles on an asscheek and fondles it happily, spreading her wide so that both he and the camera can see straight at both of her holes. "You wanna know how many people can see this end? More than you think!"

Matthew laughs and draws his tongue in a long lick up the inside of her bare thighs, leaving a glistening trail, and then unzips himself. His fat cock flops out, half-erect, and he starts rubbing his length against the wet lengths of her thighs where his spit has lubricated them. "I might get some photographs of this myself. This is a memory I want forever."

~*~

Kirby out back is still running work as the gatekeeper, and he checks Marc's bid and whistles. "You're solid, man, appreciate the business," he says, and claps Marc on the shoulder. "Remember, fifteen minutes and the first song ends - we got timers in there, but try not to be too loud when it starts to die down."

The money goes in a cash box, and Kirby tosses a key to the other man to stall #3 with a wink. "Enjoy yourself. Oh, and there's cameras up and behind you. If you don't want your face out there, don't turn around and look up, yeah?"

 

[shizzz]

Marc has smiled at Kirby, then stepped into the booth with Brianna. That ass! That ass, he thought smiling to himself. He ran his hands through his long blond hair as he stepped up behind her, producing a pair of scissors from his back pocket. He pulled his phone from his pocket. And then he clicked the app on his phone, and then clicked a near invisible button on his glasses. POV was recording.

He stepped up behind her, feeling her plump ass nestle up against his hips as she froze, then quick as a flash he cut her shoulder strap. He smiled as the dress fell to puddle at her feet, her moth muscular back, thin waist, and wide hips flared before him

How many times had he watched her walk away from him after their lab. After begging for help. After promising him he wasn’t just a nerd to be used.


Another quick flash and her bra tugged loose. And he smiled as he slid around her, letting his hand slide up over the round curve of her ass as he took a long lustful look at her hanging tits. They were so big! He had dreamed of them. Stealing every glance he could, god knows how much footage he had of her from his glasses. But this. This was something

His left hand gave her ass a slap and he watched as her tits juggled with the jump from her reaction. He reached his other hand out and hefted the weight of her tit, squeezing the hot flesh, feeling her nipple stiffen.


Then he walked back behind her, putting both hands on her ass and squeezing as he ground his stiffening cock against her panty clad sex

And now the part that he was gonna send to her boyfriend. The tattoo on her back, trampling stamp, was unmistakeable. And he pulled his cock free from his pants, laid the thick veiny length right across the bottom. Of the tatto. That he was gonna use to end that. But the heat of her!!

He shifted, letting his manhood slide down over the silky smooth skin of her ass, and then slipped it between her thighs, the silk of her pantries was hot and felt like he had dreamed!


His hips shifted, sliding his meat against her swollen mound, the veiny shaft gliding over her silk clad clit.

 

[AngelaSaxon]

The boy behind her spread Tania's butt cheeks humiliatingly wide and chuckled about it, commenting about how many people were watching - a Kodak moment, her posterior captured for posterity. And even as another pie hit her face she moaned, not willing to feel grateful that (she thought) at least her face was not going to be recognised by anyone.

She was fully nude behind this makeshift wall, no tan-lines on her exposed tits or even on her vulnerable ass, and nothing hiding the little strip of blonde pubic hair now pointing down like an arrow toward her otherwise smoothly shaved snatch.

More than a little flustered, she knew her poor round rump was jutting out, her legs unable to get close enough to prevent an obscene display, her legendarily pouty rear end stuck up.

When she felt something wet slide up her thighs, Tania jerked herself forward in panic, at least the few inches she could move her body. Unable to make herself understood at that moment as another pie slammed into her face, she could only make muffled but clearly annoyed noises while wriggling her lovely smooth bottom in an effort to communicate her objections and hopefully make more difficult whatever was looming toward her in the immediate future.

The softly wet body part sliding around back there turned out to be only a tongue, but soon after she could faintly here the unmistakable sound of a zip being opened. No-one could see just how wide her eyes had gone at that moment, just before she felt something fleshy but not so soft slipping around her inner thighs, being pushed around and up between her cheeks.

A sinking feeling told her this was to be a sign of things to come…

At that instant, the noise in front of her lowered to a less deafening cheering roar, and she could briefly hear the cheerleader in the booth next to her squawk suddenly and snap to whoever was in her booth, "Hey, watch it with those fingers!".

And then she heard a boy giggling and gleefully calling back, "Those aren't my fingers!"


Two booths over, Brianna found her poor thankfully-still-panty-clad pussy was being prodded by someone's seemingly very hard penis, a penis which has already been sliding over her ass and around her thighs.

But she had no idea she was becoming the star of an adult movie, one in which her tattoo would be as recognisable as her face, something uniquely her own.

At that point she was more focused on the moment - on a present in which she was making involuntary "ooph!" and "oh!" and occasionally "eek!" sounds, muffled but still audible to the boy behind her.

And it was then that her embarrassment increased exponentially, as her panties were slowly, steadily pulled down her long, smooth legs to settler around her ankles and feet...

 

[Obuzeti]

All five booths were filled now; they'd made about six hundred all told, which dwarfed any kind of take the booths were going to make and Kirby knew it. Gleefully stuffing the bills away in the cash box, he calls over the walls of the cubicles, "Hey boss, think we got time for another run? These girls are selling out!"

Matthew considers the question, as he hotdogs his cock in between Tania's sinful globes, pressing them together to get more of that delicious friction. "One more," he allows. "Let Alana know to put up the bidding again for the second round, say it's a flash sale. See how many people put up when they only got fifteen minutes to decide."

She apparently likes the deal - the website lights up when she announces the second round, and Matthew cockily angles the camera in his stall down, letting it peer at his thick cock as he draws it back and rests the fat head at her pouty lips, nuzzling in between them. "See this, gentlemen?" he says. "This could be your cock. Right - here."

He slides himself in with a groan, that heavy shaft sliding right in on glorious HD definition, every frame captured for internet posterity as precious cheerleader pussy is speared by engineer cock. Matthew hums in consideration, a little wheezy, as her internal muscles grip and massage his length involuntarily, trying to push him out or get away. Those beautiful legs strain and twist, but Tania's locked in place, and there's no give in her restraints. He takes the camera and swings it to the side on its mount, getting a beautiful view of her fat asscheeks pressed up against his hips.

"What do you think this is worth, gentlemen?" Matthew asks, and delivers a mocking spank to one upraised cheek, setting it rippling around his shaft. The bidding jumps forty dollars on the spot, and he smiles.

~*~

Pearlman checks the poll; it comes back with a result that surprises him, and with a shrug, he pulls the Magic Bullet from her panties and pulls them down, revealing a wide and perfect ass that he can't help but smack once regretfully; this is business, and he can't indulge himself completely. Instead he pulls the crowd pleaser from his bag: a rippled plastic plug with white lines demarking length, graduated by each flare of plastic.

"Sorry, Jane," he says, voice mocking. "I guess the audience wants to know how deep your ass is, instead."

He pats one cheek desultorily, and then pops a container of lube and applies it to the probe, explaining for the audience, "Each flare is one inch away from the next one, so anyone who plays with this baby knows exactly how much they can take. Of course, it's waterproof, with a wide base for hilting, and has a vibrate function for you true butt-lovers, but I think we'll pass on that today. This is strictly a - er - capacity test."

He presses the wet tip against Jane's rosebud, the pucker flinching at the cold lube pressing against it. Her hips jump in response, crowding up against the wall she's stuck in. Pearlman follows inexorably. "Just, you know, think of England, Jane. You probably even have viewers there by now."

The first wide flare oushes in, and her ass spreads around it and accepts it grudgingly, even as her taut thighs flex and buck, trying to press it back out. Alana's chatroom explodes at the sight.

~*~

Brianna's customer was clearly enjoying himself; that left Brittany and Alice as the remaining cheerleaders, and they'd both been marketed out as a specific fetish. Brittany's heavy double-D breasts were infamous in the school, and the running back (Marcus Delaway) who'd bought her ticket had immediately pulled her dress up and ripped the bra off, and settled to sucking and mauling those infamous tits. He just laid himself out under her bound body, legs thrown over the spreader bar, and absolutely went to town, camera craned around to reveal every lick, suck, and fondle of those awesome breasts to tit-lovers everywhere.

"God, I could do this all day," he says, reverently. "I could drown in these honkers. Just look."

He pans the camera around as he cups both breasts in a hand apiece and holds them up. They almost spill over his palms, so wide and luscious are they. "You need to be in a museum somewhere," Marcus continues, "About puberty. Just like this - just your tits out on display. Everybody could come and remember that first moment when you looked and went - damn! - and had to learn how to keep eye contact. Wouldn't that be great?"

He's not really interested in fucking her, to be honest. His cock flops, hard and angry red, but all it does it drag over her pale stomach and leave trails of precum over her dainty white skin. The star of the show is definitely higher up.

~*~

Alice is the last, and Matthew hasn't checked her camera in awhile, but he doesn't precisely need to. From her shrieking and jumping, audible even on the other end of the wall, she's getting tickled or pinched or something that she can't ignore. The front view shows her face as red and angry as hell, the flush of her skin visible under the cream whenever she manages to shake some of the cream off. In fact he strongly suspects there are multiple guys in there, all prodding and poking her.

Hey, if they want to pool their money, more power to them. Same price either way.

 

[shizzz]

His fingers had slid up her thighs, feeling the silky smooth skin , that perfect balance between soft flesh, and firm form. His fingers riding high and slipping over her thighs to her hips, then up to her waist. The classic mounting position. All the times she had teased him and taunted him. Insinuating that this is exactly what he could have if he helped her out. It was just a shame, he thought, that he couldn’t have had this willingly. But she owed him and it was time for her to pay up. Time she paid for all that help she got. Time he took what she had offered


His hands slid back down her waist and caught her panties, just where they rode over her hips, and he tugged them down, dropping to his knees behind her as he did, his fingers sliding back up her thighs, sliding high to grip her ass cheeks and pull them wide, exposing her her ass and pussy to he camera above, and to his own.

He leaned close and closed his teeth on one generous cheek , gently biting her ass, just as his other hand slid down over her ass check to unceremoniously plunge two long fingers deep into her pussy

 

[AngelaSaxon]

It had been Alana's idea to install tiny hidden cameras in the front of the wall so that people could simultaneously see the faces of cheerleader and watch what was happening to, well, everything below the neck. Since the videos of their faces start from before the first pie is thrown, well, there wasn't really any trouble recognising or identifying each of the girls.

True, not all of the boys in the booths knew this was happening - only the engineers and their friends, and anyone who was watching events unfold live on Alana's website. Though the engineering boys had no idea just how big these videos would become, they certainly knew the girls were going to be much more widely known after this. And known widely and much more thoroughly!

And even as the pie throwing fundraising was continuing, Alana's website team had been working hard to make sure none of the boys in the booths ever had their faces visible on the videos

In truth, Jane was probably the most actually modest girl of all the cheerleaders, the one who would work the hardest to make sure boys didn't see any of her naughty bits, or see her in anything more revealing than that cheerleader uniform.

So it was perhaps a bit ironic that it was what happened next to Jane's poor bottom which would launch the videos of all five cheerleaders into a truly viral underground status.

The chat room on Alana's site had been going nuts with live commentary on cheerleader events even before popular sentiment turned attention to Jane's virgin asshole, and the vote Pearlman had arranged which had determined what would now happen to it.

In response to requests and suggestions, Pearlman, who was having some trouble stopping himself from giggling, placed a camera so that people could clearly see the, as it were, point of entry, while another showed Jane from the side so viewers would be able to really get a sense of how deep into Jane's hitherto-virgin ass it would be going!

There is no way to fully capture Jane's alarmed reaction when she felt the head of this device start to push against her butthole. Her eyes bulged out, seemingly wide as saucers. She wanted to yell out "No! Wait! Wrong hole! not there!! WRONG HOLE!" but at that moment too many pies were flying into her face for her to even try to be heard.

But she managed to squeal "oh god!" as she tried to wriggle her ass to somehow dislodge this lubricated device from where it was trying to push her sphincter open, putting increasing pressure on her tightly clenched bottom - it was all she could do to try to delay the moment when this boy would push her ass open far enough that soon he would be able to push this thing further inside her…at which point she wouldn't be able to dislodge it or prevent anything, given her severely restricted range of movement…

Even now it seemed there was simply no way for her to get herself away from it!

Her useless attempts to do so only produced sniggering from whoever was back there. Jane heard the boy saying "Jesus, what a view!" but she couldn't tell who he was talking to…

Suddenly her asshole was forced open wide enough for something to very uncomfortably intrude an inch inside her poor bottom. "Ow!" And this was truly only a taste of what was to come.

Anyone watching her face closely would have seen a series of strange, distorted expressions cross her face as she had to deal with another inch being pushed into her helpless butt. "Ow!!"

After a few seconds she heard the boy giggling back there say, "Another inch? What do you say, Jane?"

He made sure Jane could hear his question. A big grin on his face, he winked at a camera and pushed in another inch - and the urgent if muffled sounds he got back were amazing and gratifying - well, to him, but also to everyone commenting in the chatrooms, Pearlman noticed.

"Well, Jane, may never get the chance again, you know?"

Thousands of people watched a live close-up of another inch being pushed into that tender bottom. Jane's adorable squirming had no chance of stopping anything.

People out front could hear nothing - but those in the booth or watching remotely could certainly hear Jane's strange, forlorn squealing.

"Sorry Jane, we're going for a depth record here!" Pearlman chuckled and Jane produced a groan of total desperation as she felt it slide deeper into her, stretching her open even more.

Pearlman's gleeful voice was reading off numbers as he went deeper and deeper. 'five…six!…seven!!"…"

At eight, the alarming sensation of this pole invading her sensitive hole had Jane letting out a muffled screech. which got her biggest laugh yet from those watching.

"Nine!"

Jane had no choice but to take as much of this device as this boy decided to stick into her anus.

 

[AngelaSaxon]

Alice's body had stiffened when she felt the fingers. A hand started sliding down the smooth stomach of her toned athletic body, and then was caressing her thighs, moving in circles and always in ways designed to hint that these fingers might at any moment slide over to visit even more intimate areas - but so far thankfully this had not happened.

After a minute another hand joined in, and she was being fondled by twice as many roving, groping fingers she had no way of stopping, travelling wherever their owner wished.

Her eyes on the other side of the wall were still wide, panicky - as she tried to get free but couldn't even really manage to move her body more than two inches - but her eyes went even wider when she suddenly felt yet ANOTHER hand at work.

That made three!

This one didn't hesitate to cup her left tit, her big firm boob hanging down freely and apparently too tempting to resist. This was the first and last tie she heard any actual words from the guys be hid her in that booth: "nice rack, hey?!"

Those words, or perhaps just the act of manhandling her big tits, was like a signal to everyone back there, and from then on hands went everywhere and anywhere they wished. Anywhere at all. Everyone's certainly had a good go at her beautiful bouncing boobs.

Alice had already realised it was only a matter of time before a fourth hand would go come into play.

These expectations were fulfilled a minute later when she was enduring a hand grabbing each boob, her nipples rubbing against palms, and a hand on each ass cheek, squeezing them at will.

But she still managed to gasp in surprise when, seemingly out of nowhere from her point of view, she felt a fifth hand touch her stomach and begin sliding down her body…

It was then that the tickling. Non-stop, relentless, everywhere. Eight hands roaming freely,

And shortly afterward the pinching really began.

After that the poking.

But not the kind involving fingers.

 

[AngelaSaxon]

Matthew and Tania were just one booth over.

Bent forward, the globes of Tania's ass formed a round, bulging heart shape, her perfect, round bottom spread, the cheeks separating enough for her pink lips to come into view, and her little puckered asshole to peek out at him from above.

Tania was aware that this boy must be getting a thorough view of her hairless pussy and incredibly smooth legs, the result of her shaving very carefully and thorough the night before. She wasn't even thinking about cameras at this point.

She had no idea Matthew was picking up the useless remnants of her bra from the ground, looking at the tag and seeing '34EE', before grinning as he then held the label close to a camera so everyone watching live could see.

Tania was, however, very aware that her feet were stuck in place too far apart for her to be able to get her legs together. But she sure did try!

It was no use, and Tania shrieked as she felt lubricated engineer cockhead start to push aside her pussy lips, invading and occupying her territory - sliding himself into unwilling, defenceless cheerleader snatch. This boy then held himself inside her, enjoying feeling her pussy surrounding his dick and squeezing him in involuntary and pointless efforts to prevent any further penis intrusion.

All followed by a sudden, hard, loud slap on her spectacular ass, which set her bottom jiggling.

 

[Obuzeti]

Pearlman beams at the plug wiggling lewdly from Jane's rear, the plastic hilt bobbing every time her hips shudder from the alien intrusion. There's ten lobes and ten inches - only one left, which he promptly slides in to the music of a muffled squeal from the other side. The flat bottom connects between the cheeks of her ass, and he pats it in a fatherly manner. "That's ten inches, as far as this little wonder goes. Gentlemen, if you have a ruler out, rest assured that Jane here could take you all the way to the base and have room to spare."

He spanks that jiggling tush again and then draws the toy back out, one ribbed flare at a time, drawing an equal squeak from the cheerleader with every bobbing sphere pulled from her anus. When the last pops out, it leaves the ring of muscle slightly open, the lube visible in smeared, glistening strings around the pucker. Pearlman can't stand it any longer; he drops his shorts and underwear in the same motion, then brings out his cock, patting it against that miniature gape. The touch of the cool lube draws a gasp from him.

"Also worth a sales pitch - Cherry Slide, the brand of lubricant you see before you," Pearlman says, his breath catching. "Tastes great, and perfect for just sliding right on in -"

His shaft dives between those perfect cheeks, inch after inch follow the path his toy had plowed until his pelvis slaps into Jane's hips. Not nearly as long as the toy, he's nevertheless just as thick as any of the flares, and that broadness spreads her pucker perfectly on the camera.

"Remember, boys: oil before use," Pearlman disclaims, and then bucks his hips once, sending the fat globes of Jane's ass bouncing against his hips.

~*~

Matthew groans in satisfaction, now thoroughly fucking Tania. Her entire body is in motion, legs, ass, and breasts swaying in unison as he thrusts up into cheerleader pussy; a ripple flows from where his hips impact her asscheeks up her smooth, perfect back and throws her tits forward in a wave, every time. The camera is eating it up - the tip jar is ringing just about every other second, with suggestions popping up on his phone where he'd set it to the side. A glance over reveals a field of cheers and suggestions.

"You've made three hundred today, Tania!" Matthew calls through the wall. "All you had to do was bend over and spread your legs. Isn't it nice to know you have such a great talent, and such an adoring audience?"

He grabs the camera and sets it on a hook over Tania's neck, so that it aims downward along the angle of her back, showing perfectly the thick cock spearing into her pussy and the steady beat of his fucking. "Much as I love the applause, audience, remember to save some for the bidding! You could be in here next, remember?"

He draws his cock out and slaps it between the cheerleader's tight ass cleavage, growing an evil grin. "You could be back here, giving Tania the cream pies she'll really remember, right Tania?" he calls.

~*~

Kirby paces past the row of cubicles, knocking on each one in turn. "Five minutes is up!" he calls through the doors. "Ten minutes left. Get while the getting's good gentlemen, the time for foreplay is over!"

He returns to his post beside the door and starts to count the money again with a curled tongue. It's a ridiculous amount, easily enough to refurbish the Engineering club with a little shed all their own, let along the club equipment they'd been denied.

. . . Or, they could reinvest, set up another little game for the cheerleaders. Capitalize on their windfall.

Ignoring the sounds of Alice squealing - he darts a peek at the camera, and there's one computer club fellow with his cock in between her legs somewhere, while the rest use little paintbrushes to draw words on her naked body; her phone number, her address, her grades and the date of the last time she'd fucked her boyfriend, crossed out.

Ooh, vicious. And the chat would see all of it.

Kirby turns back to the register and opens up a line with Alana to discuss further options.

 

[AngelaSaxon]

Marc was fondling Bare-Ass Brianna's luscious bottom - her gorgeous tanned rump was so temptingly on display and at his disposal! - and then pressing his groin against her ass, every moment captured with his always ready camera, before relieving her of that overworked bra.

In front of the wall Brianna's eyebrows shot up as she felt her tits released from captivity, and her reaction - panicked rapid breathing - had her nipples visibly bobbing as her breasts heaved for Marc's entertainment, nipples like little acorns surrounded by an inch and a half diameter of areola, only slightly darker than the tanned skin of her tit.

Brianna felt a stinging hand whacking at her bottom, and then felt her cheeks - the ones on her face - get hotter in humiliation, as the cheeks of her ass got hotter from being spanked.

And that was before Marc was getting some shots of his fingers manipulating Brianna's clit - she tried to wriggle her snatch away from his probing hands but couldn't - and then forcing his fingers into her pussy, suddenly penetrating Brianna's hot little cunt. Marc could certainly hear the resulting squeal.

In another booth, Jane was dealing with another pie thrown directly into her face, and it was the least of her problems.

Her eyes, wide, Jane's mouth had fallen open in disbelief when, after the sixth inch had been pushed into her bottom, Pearlman had kept going! All the way to ten!

After squeaking her way through the retraction, Jane had actually sighed and slumped in relief that the ordeal was over, even if she was very frustrated that she couldn't reach back to rub her poor, sore ass.

That relief was short-lived, however.

Moments later saw a sudden intake of breath from Jane, her eyes widening in alarm again as she felt something touching her anus, seemingly resting on her tender, so-recently-abused hole.

Pearlman just couldn't resist. And so for Jane it was back to pie-muffled squealing as she suddenly felt every inch of Pearlman's thick cock pushing into her butt, plunging his entire cock into her ass.

The eagerly watching internet audience are whooping their approval at seeing Jane impaled on a different kind of pole, and doing it so loudly that Jane can faintly hear the cheering even through Pearlman's phone's speaker, and on the very noisy other side of the wall.

Shifting her weight frantically from foot to foot as much as her restrained legs would allow, Jane found she could do nothing to actually prevent a gleeful, giggling Pearlman from thoroughly enjoying her bottom. In fact, far from being able to prevent it, Jane couldn't even impede in any way his total freedom to plunder her behind, even as he addressed the camera, grinning and winking.

Pearlman couldn't resist repeatedly demonstrating for a large viewing audience of potential customers just how satisfying he found taking this opportunity to further stretch Jane's asshole, as he fed his fat penis as deep into her as it would go.

For Pearlman, this was even better than expected, and of course all being caught on video for later enjoyment and promotional use.

One booth over Matthew was definitely enjoying himself.

By the time Matthew was about to properly enjoy Tania's snatch, thousands were watching live. With Tania's feet fastened far enough apart to open her up for inspection, they had already seen close-ups of Tania's beautiful shaved cunt, just a small tuft of hair above her lips, and now were enjoying a high-definition close-up of Matthew pushing every inch of his hard lubricated cock into that warm, oh-so-tight, totally defenceless pussy, until his manhood is totally, gloriously engulfed in hot, unwilling cheerleader quim, while another camera provided a glorious look at Tania's hanging bosom, showing her huge firm tits bouncing with each thrust as Matthew eagerly drove his cock right up into her vagina.

And as he pushed into her poor snatch harder and faster, those tits would bounce more and more, until they were bouncing around so wildly it was like they were putting on their own show - which they were, a show for leering boys of all ages everywhere.

Tania may not have realised who was behind her, but she certainly knew that whoever it was had a big knob buried inside her cunt! She knew she was powerless to stop him from feeding that rock hard erection deep into her hole anyway he felt like.

Grasping her curvaceous tan hips, Matthew was able to really get some good leverage to really pound into her cunt hard from behind, while sometimes rubbing and slapping Tania's incredible ass.

(One viewer thoughtfully found Tania's social media accounts and sent video of these events to every boy Tania seemed to know, assuming many would relish the opportunity to finally see the beauty, well, fully.)

It had not taken long for word to spread in certain circles about what was happening behind that wall, and the information had been gleefully spread from there far and wide.

On what would turn out to the less profitable side of the wall someone had obviously constructed for this pie-throwing competition, Bill and Joe had been already in the queue to throw some pies at cheerleader faces when Bill got a text from a friend containing a link and the words: "check this out, right now!"

They did so, though their subsequent bug-eyed amazement and uncontrollable laughter had been lost in the noise of a cheering, jeering crowd.

But, by the time they had reached the front of the line, Bill was throwing pies while Joe was in charge of bidding on the opportunity to sneak around to the back of the wall and join another queue.

Long-time Roleplaying Game Society members, both of them were, not surprisingly, virgins, though the only people who knew this for sure were close friends and, arguably, everyone who met them with any sense of the probabilities involved. They didn't dress well, they weren't comfortable around girls, they came across as wannabe perverts, and neither was particularly attractive.

"Well, we're in!" Joe announced.

Bill stopped throwing pies and grinned. "Not yet, but we will be!"