Impregnating cheerleaders with my teammates over a bet

A recount on how me and some of my mates got to impregnate some cheerleaders for fun.

Context: My father has a secret bunker in which he exploits and impregnates women. My mother is oblivious and thinks it’s just a man-cave for when he wants to wow his buddies with hunting trophies. I discovered this a long back but choose not to use it until now. Our rival school was in town to play baseball and compete in a cheerleading competition (it was baseball season at the time).

AUTHORS NOTE: THIS STORY REQUIRES A LOT OF STORY SO THE NEXT 3 PARAGRAPHS IS JUST ME EXPLAINING THE MATCH IF YOU WANT TO SKIP THE BORING SHIT GO TO THE 4TH PARAGRAPH FOR THE GOOD STUFF.

The pompous boys on the opposing team informed four of my friends and me that if we lost, they could exploit our cheerleaders, but if they lost, we could rape theirs. Sure, I was responsible for getting them involved into raping girls (different story). We unanimously agreed, but since I was the only one who wasn’t fully sex-addicted and wanted to cause them pain, we agreed provided that we handpick the cheerleaders. The lads agreed, they selected my friend’s girlfriends and my sister, and we chose theirs. I wasn’t going to allow these scumbag excuses for guys screw around with my pals, girlfriends, and sisters. So the rest of the lads and I agreed to practise harder in order to defeat the scum. We practised for 5 days straight leading up to the game, but we never saw them practice. I was immediately dubious; are they so sure we won’t be bringing their ladies to my father’s sex dungeon tonight? I knew they had another strategy in the works.

We waited in the dugout, waiting for the game to begin, when one of my buddies, Hudson, arrived. He told us in hushed tones that he observed one of the youngsters sneak something to the umpire. Of course, we didn’t have enough proof to take action, so we had to settle for playing the game the fair way. Hudson was correct; the only way we could score was to hit fast balls well outside the strike zone. Some of us wound up just crowding the plate in the hopes of getting hit and walking to first. I wasn’t going to stoop to their mentality, so I had a plan in place for when the seventh inning stretch arrived.

It was the seventh inning stretch, and parents and spectators were departing to get dinner or a few beers before the last two innings. I hurried up to my father, and he handed me $2,000 right away. “Give this to the umpire if he refuses to take the cash you and your friends and beat him up, okay?” He ordered me harshly. I accepted the money and instructed my buddies to follow the crooked umpire. He was smoking a cigarette outdoors in the parking lot. “Hello umpire, I know you’ve been bought off by the opposing team, but will this $2,000 in cash settle it or at the very least make the game fair?” I offered. He glanced up and down at me, then at the other boys who had brought their baseball bats with them just in case. “Give me the money, and Jake, I know you have a cannabis farm someplace, so after the match, give me a pound of your Loud Dream weed.” We turned to face one other; I had no idea umpires, especially this pasty old white guy, used cannabis. We departed when I shoved the $2k. Granted, he kept his end of the bargain, but it was now the ninth inning and the bases were loaded 8 to 11. I was now on to batting, with two strikes and two outs. The ball was low, but I whacked it anyway; as soon as I struck it, I knew it was a grand slam; the score was suddenly 12 to 11, and we had won.

I readied my chloroform for the ladies before winking at the lads who appeared to be in mental distress; they were appealing with the ump, but he was simply under my thumb now. We walked all the way to the cheerleaders in the nighttime parking lot, where they were sipping beers and entirely clueless of what was about to happen. In the dark, we chloroformed each of the females one by one before cramming them into our SUV. The journey to my manor was fantastic; we were drinking and smoking, and I instructed all the lads on how to thoroughly wreck our adversaries’ and females’ life. By impregnating the bitches.

We dragged them from the SUV and into the rape dungeon. We were prepared to take advantage of the fact that the bodies were almost lifeless. Five of us and five of the chicks individually took a hole and began pounding the pussies with the goal of impregnating them. I became the girlfriend of the boy who began it all. A very attractive 16-year-old latina with short dark hair and a very curvaceous physique to match. “What if they wake up?” One of the boys yelled as he shot a load at one of the girls. “What difference does it make if they wake up? They are now ours!” I answered while kissing the girl’s incredibly soft lips. Her scent was floral, her skin was soft and warming, and her cunt was a touch too snug for me. I had no clue she needed to fuck a boy with such a little dick. But I was remoulding it for her, so don’t worry.

Her body arched back, she was having an orgasm, I continued to penetrate her, and the sticky discharge stroked across my cock. I was fighting to get all 8 inches in, but who cares, she didn’t have a choice. I forced my way all the way through to her pussy and finally discharged my seed into her, the utmost vengeance being getting another man’s girlfriend pregnant. I then drove my cock into her motionless mouth and cummed all over her body and face. We were all done by this point, and when we glanced around, all we saw were girls who had been used up for their ova. We decided to just ditch them on the street, knowing that their “boyfriends” would ultimately rescue them. “Hey, a new bar opened up downtown, drinks on me,” Hudson said to the group, and we all grabbed out our false IDs and proceeded down to the bar to enjoy our incredible victory over baseball and the females.

9 MONTHS LATER:
I’m sure you’re wondering what occurred 9 months later, so let me tell you. My Latina girl was deported to Mexico, where she gave birth to twins who were turned over to the state to care for. The two 18-year-old women lost their grants and scholarships, and both relocated states. The other ladies have been ostracised by the community or their families, and they are now caring for rape babies. When we put them on the streets, several homeless men raped all of them, and they were caught since the major dna sample was theirs. The umpire is now the town drug dealer (so that’s why he wanted some of my weed), and I haven’t seen or heard anything about the boys since. Apparently, a scout attended the game, and Hudson is now being given a scholarship to a college not too far from here; I’m already being granted scholarships, so I’m not worried. All of the potential suspects had to sign a non-disclosure agreement besides my team so we’re all good! 🙂

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