"I really like your hair better down, Sam," Tina says, standing behind him and working it into a high ponytail for him.
"You're the one who wanted to do the Cheerios thing and be all authentic and shit."
"Mmm," she says. It's true that she insisted on adjusting his skirt because it was way longer than the authentic Cheerios skirts. But that was only because she knew he would look so much hotter if the skirt barely covered his ass. When he stands up and twirls around in his high pony and ass-exposing skirt and black high tops, the whole effect is stunning.
"Well?" Sam says. "Am I pretty enough to join the Cheerios?"
"Hmmm..." Tina says, pretending to have to think it over. She walks in a circle around him, tracing her finger around the edge of his spanks. "You're pretty cute, I guess." She pushes up his top and rolls his nipples in her fingers. "We usually like our Cheerios a little jigglier, of course." She takes Sam's hand and places it under her own top, where she's not wearing a bra. "Feel the difference?"
Sam strokes his own chest and squeezes Tina's. "Yes, ma'am."
"T & A, that's what cheerleading's all about. You don't score very high on the T," Tina says, shaking her head sadly. "Well, let's see if you can make up some points with your A. Bend over."
"But—"
"Exactly. Let's see it."
"Guys, when do I get to come in?" Blaine calls plaintively from the hallway.
"When you hear your cue. Now hush," Tina yells back. "You're ruining the mood."
"There's not much mood out here in the hallway by myself."
Tina rolls her eyes and pushes Sam forward so his hands are on Principal Sylvester's desk and his ass is sticking out. She flips up the pleats of his Cheerios skirt and squeezes him through the red Lycra. "Not bad," she says, "not bad at all." She slides a finger under the elastic of one of the leg holes. "You pass onto the next round."
"Wh-what's the next round?"
Tina laughs evilly and pulls his red spanks down to his knees.
"Oh God, what's the next round?"
Tina ignores the question. She separates his cheeks and squirts a glob of cold, strawberry-scented lube on his hole.
"Okay, for real, Tina, you gotta start out slow so—"
"Stop breaking character, Sam. I know what I'm doing."
"You do?" Sam asked skeptically. "Did you and Mike ever..."
"Seriously, Sam. If you don't wanna do this then use your safe word. Otherwise quit being such a baby." Honestly, what she did with Mike was no one's business. And besides, so what if they were totally vanilla? Tina has read like every NC-17 Johnlock fanfiction there is, so she totally knows how to get someone ready to take it in the ass. She even cut her fingernails super short while Sam and Blaine were changing, because that's just the considerate, thoughtful kind of person she is.
She slowly rubs the lube around his hole—the outside only—until he relaxes. She even asks him—sotto voce, so it doesn't feel quite as much like breaking character—if he's ready for a finger. He says he is, and she breaches him slowly and carefully. He tenses a little, and she works her finger around until he feels a bit stretched and a bit more relaxed before she really goes back into evil Cheerio mode. "You've got a pretty little ass here," she tells him.
"Th-thanks?"
She slides a second lubed-up finger in. "So tight," she says. "How many guys has a pretty little whore like you let fuck this already?"
"None! I'm a virgin!"
"Holy fuck, even better. I am so going to enjoy tearing open your tight little virgin hole with my enormous purple cock."
"Please be gentle with me," Sam begs. He's mostly just playing his part, but that tearing open thing has him a tiny bit worried. Plus the purple dildo really is enormous. Way bigger than any real cock he's ever seen.
"I will not be gentle," Tina says, and she starts fucking him with her two fingers. "And you're just going to take it for as long as I feel like giving it to you."
Tina's really pretty good at the finger fucking thing. Sam sort of forgets that he's supposed to be objecting, and he rocks back against her hand and moans a little.
"Oh, you like that, do you?" Tina asks. "I don't think you're a virgin at all. I think you're a dirty little cockslut that'll spread your legs for anyone who asks."
"No!" Sam says. "I'm not! I've never..."
"I bet you're a pro at this. I bet you can take three of my fingers no problem."
"No! Please!"
Tina hesitates, until Sam wiggles his ass so she knows he didn't mean it. She shoves in a third finger and he lurches forward, gasping. "You like it rough, I bet. You just can't wait for a nice big cock to fill this sweet little ass."
It's true, Sam does want a nice big cock filling his ass now. He takes Tina's fingers for a minute or so more, whimpering as if he were scared, before he calls out: "Help! Won't someone please rescue me from this brutal attack!"
The door flings open and in strides Nightbird, protector of the downtrodden. "Did I hear a call for help?"
"Nightbird! Thank God you're he-uh!...here! I just—oh fuck, Tina—I just wanted to be a Cheerio, and—"
"So. It's my old frenemy, the, uh...Head Cheerleader." Damn, they should have thought of a villain name for Tina.
"Nightbird. We meet again."
"Release this innocent girl at once!"
"I'm not a girl!" Sam says.
"What!?" Nightbird stands right behind him, costume rubbing against his ass. He reaches around and takes Sam's cock in his hand. It perks up noticeably at the touch. "Good lord, you're not!" He continues to stroke it. "Unless...this is fake."
"It's not!" Sam says. "I swear."
"I'll be the judge of that," Nightbird says, spinning Sam around to face him. He sinks to his knees, and, fuck, he's face to face with the most gorgeous cock he's ever seen. He licks tentatively, and Sam arches forward against his tongue. Jesus Christ, he tastes amazing, even after fucking Tina. (Thank God he used a condom!) Extensive cock sucking at this point isn't really in the script, but he kind of can't help himself, and it's not like Sam is complaining.
Neither is Tina. Sam in that tiny little skirt...Blaine on his knees sucking his dick—it's incredibly hot. She works a hand into Blaine's hair to encourage him to keep going. With her other hand she cups Sam's ass. It really is a nice ass. She can't wait to fuck it. Her fingers go for his hole, and he pushes deeper into Blaine's mouth when they penetrate it.
Sam fucking his mouth is the hottest thing ever. Blaine has already come twice, but that doesn't stop his dick from getting achingly hard and straining against his Nightbird pants. He opens them and reaches in to stroke himself as he rolls Sam's balls around in his mouth. All that jizz in there just waiting to be released. And listen to him moan, Jesus.
Blaine is amazingly good with his mouth. He's somehow swirling and sucking at the same time, and it's just...fuck. And Tina is doing surprisingly good things to his ass. Sam never should have doubted that she knew what she was doing back there. He should probably make them stop before he...oh, fuck. "Oh, fuck, Blaine, I'm gonna unload..."
"Do it!" Blaine says...in his head, because no way is he running the risk of letting Sam unload anywhere other than his mouth. He sucks harder and pumps Sam's cock with one hand and his own with the other. And soon he's rewarded with a burst of hot, salty fluid filling his mouth and sliding down his throat. It's enough to set him off too, shooting his come over his hand and onto the floor of Sue's office.
"You're both so fucking hot," Tina notes as the boys are coming down and trying to catch their breath. "I am still going to fuck you, Sam. You know that, right?"
"Totally. I still want Blaine to do me too."
"Oh God." Blaine's certain that if it were physically possible for him to get hard again already, he would. "Just give me a minute."
"Of course," Tina says. "Come sit with me on the couch." They sit next to each other, and Tina pats her lap. "Now you, Sammy."
"You don't really want me to sit on your lap, do you?" He's afraid he'll crush her.
"No, of course not. I want you to lay down on your stomach."
He does, because lying down for a minute seems like a really good idea right now. He stretches out over both of them; Blaine rubs his back and plays with his hair, and Tina rubs the backs of his thighs. And the insides of his thighs. And pretty soon he's got hands all over his ass and his balls, then fingers in his ass—he's not really sure whose, but it's good, and he squirms and wiggles and lets them in deeper.
Blaine is the first one to suggest they resume their cheerleader scenario. "Let's start at the part where I come in," he says. "I don't wanna have to wait in the hall again."
"Yeah, I think Sammy's prepared enough that we can skip to that part." Tina bends her fingers inside Sam, hoping to find his prostate. And by pure luck she does! Sam whimpers and grinds instinctively against her thigh. He agrees that he's ready.
They get up and resume their positions: Sam bent over the principal's desk, Tina behind him with her fingers in his ass, and Blaine out in the hall—"But just for a second this time!"
Tina thrusts her fingers in and Sam lurches forward with a deep groan. "Oh, fuck, won't someone save me from this brutal attack?"
Blaine strides in heroically. "It is I, Nightbird, protector of innocent maidens!"
"Get lost, Nightbird! This one is a filthy whore. She totally wants it."
"I'm not a whore! Or a girl!"
"Oh, really?" Blaine asks. "I'll be the judge of that." He stands right behind Sam and reaches around to grab his cock. Oh yeah, Sam is hard again. As is Blaine himself. "Well, well, well. You are a boy. And a very aroused one at that, from the feel of things."
"You shouldn't have told him that, sweetheart," Tina says. "Hot guys in cheerleader skirts are Nightbird's kryptonite."
Sam gasps dramatically. "You mean...?"
"That's right. He's not going to be able to save you, because he's not going to be able to resist fucking you."
"Please, Nightbird! If you must have your way with me, please be gentle at least!"
"Gentle? Impossible. I am going to pound you senseless. But don't worry. I'll make it good for you." Blaine wonders briefly if he's gone too far, but Sam's rock-hard cock in his hand tells him he's okay. Besides, he actually is planning to be gentle. At first, anyway.
Tina holds Sam down while he pretends to struggle. Blaine takes a step back for a second just to really get a good look at the totally hot guy he's totally about to fuck. He never really thought he had a cross-dressing kink before, but Sam in that short little skirt that frames his ready and waiting—not to mention gorgeous—ass so temptingly... And Sam all bent over for him like that... This little game they're doing is fun and everything, but what really gets Blaine is knowing that Sam really wants to take his cock.
He pulls out his dick without removing his pants, rolls a condom on it, and slathers it in strawberry lube. He stands behind his best friend, holds his hips, and lines himself up. He plans to enter him slowly, carefully, but he finds himself pushing in greedily, insistently. Almost aggressively. Sam goes, "Oh, oh, oh!" and Blaine, mortified at what he's just done—even though it felt so right in an animalistic way—stills and asks if he's okay.
Sam is surprised—he expected Blaine to be a lot more cautious, even reserved—but he's definitely okay. "I'll safe word if I'm ever not," he assures him, hoping for more of the same. And he gets it, as Blaine pulls out and slams back in, totally nailing his prostate. "Oh God!" Sam says, clutching the edges of the desk. He's so glad that he and Blaine have already come more than once, because if they hadn't, then Sam, at least, would be jizzing really soon. And he wants to enjoy this for a good long time.
Slutty cheerleader Sam taking it in the ass is probably the hottest thing Tina has ever seen. He's not even pretending not to love it anymore. The three words he keeps saying, among the steady stream of nonverbal noises, are God, and fuck, and more. She leans over the desk so she can talk into his ear. "You're such a cockslut, aren't you, Sammy?"
"Uh-huh," Sam agrees.
"You've been dreaming of Blaine slamming his cock over and over and over into your tight little hole, haven't you?"
"Uh-huh," he agrees again, this time adding, "God."
"I bet your cock is so hard right now. I bet it's just begging for a nice warm mouth to suck it."
"God. Please."
Tina gets on the floor and wedges herself between Sam and the desk. There's not that much light down there, but she still can't help but notice what a pretty cock Sam has. She's not going to make him blow, she reminds herself, she just wants a taste. She actually would like very much to make him blow in her mouth, but she doesn't know how many more erections a guy can realistically get in one night, and she needs him to keep this one for a little while longer.
She flicks her tongue against the head, licking up the precome gathering there. Sam whines as she swirls her tongue around, circling his cock like the stripe on a candy cane. His dick tastes like Blaine's spit at first, and then like something else...something more primal and purely sexual than anything she's tasted before. Which makes sense, considering where Sam's junk has been in the last couple hours. Before she realizes it she's gone from licking to sucking, and Sam has started full-on fucking her mouth. Reluctantly she slows down and then releases him.
By the time she's standing again, Blaine's face is sweaty and flushed—as much from pleasure as from exertion, it seems. Sam is face-down on the desk, and she's not sure but she thinks he might be biting down on a notebook that Sue left out. He's not even saying God anymore, just sort of mewling. Tina needs to act fast if she wants to fuck Sam before both her boys come.
Stripping her spanks off but leaving the cheerleader skirt on, Tina gets the strap-on attached remarkably quickly, considering she's never used one before. (She may have watched an informative video or two on how to do so, however, back in the days when she hoped to persuade Mike that he might like taking it in the ass.) She stands behind Blaine and presses her ginormous fake cock against his ass. "Step aside, Nightbird. It's the Head Cheerleader's turn."
"Tina..." Blaine whines. Because, seriously, the last thing he wants to do is stop fucking Sam now, when it feels so good.
"Do as I say, Nightbird. Or I'll make you my bitch too." Tina's not actually prepared to follow through on the threat, though, so she thinks of something else. "Come on. We can totally spit roast him."
"Yes!" Blaine says as he stills his hips.
Sam's first instinct is to protest that he should have some say in the matter, but he doesn't. It would probably be out of character, and, besides, he kind of likes not having a say in the matter. He lets the two of them move and position him as they see fit. The position they finally get him in is awkward as hell: Tina's pretty short, so he has to bend his knees a lot for this to work. Luckily Blaine's right there in front of him, so he can use him for balance.
He holds on tight to Blaine's waist while Tina lubes up the giant dildo. It really is huge; he's a little worried she's going to hurt him. He breaks character to say, "Seriously, Tina, go really, really slow."
Tina doesn't tell him to stop being a baby this time. She nods, even though Sam can't see her do so, and wonders whether maybe this isn't such a good idea. Even with Sam's ass fucked open by Blaine's by-no-means-small dick, she can see how much of a stretch the gargantuan dildo is going to be. "Tell me if you want me to stop. You don't even have to safe word."
She does go really, really slow. Even so, Sam's grip on Blaine's waist tightens, and he whimpers softly. Blaine rubs his back and softly encourages him. "You're doing so good, Sammy, you're doing amazing." He flips Sam's skirt up so he can watch him take that giant purple cock, and it really is amazing. Blaine doesn't think he could take it, so watching a straight guy do it...well, a 90 percent straight guy, wasn't that what Sam said? Unbelievable, and so, so hot.
Tina, too, watches in awe as Sam takes her cock. She really likes thinking of it as hers. It doesn't have any nerve endings or anything, obviously, but the way the harness fits, it presses against her clit as she pushes into him, and so it really feels like she's fucking him even more than she expected it to. The pleasure builds in her little by little with every millimeter deeper into Sam's ass that she sinks.
Sam, for his part, is pretty much overwhelmed. He's vaguely aware of Blaine cooing at him and stroking him soothingly. Other than that he's completely oblivious to everything—including the discomfort to his knees and back—except for the ridiculously oversized prosthetic dick stretching and filling him to the very limits of his capacity. It's been so long since he's done this, he kind of has to remind himself how worth it it'll be, how awesome it'll be once he's adjusted. And once he remembers that, he reminds himself not to let himself come when Tina starts really fucking him, because he wants to come on Blaine's real cock.
Finally, finally, Tina has pushed in as far as she can, and her pelvis is pressed flush against Sam's ass. He's stretched so impossibly wide; he's stuffed so impossibly full. Once the slight burning sensation has subsided, he becomes aware of a delicious pressure on his prostate that he can feel even without any movement from Tina. Once again he's so glad he's already come a bunch, because otherwise he wouldn't last five minutes once he starts getting fucked again.
He signals his readiness for more by loosening his grip on Blaine's waist, pulling his condom off, and taking his cock in his mouth. Blaine moans his approval and Tina asks, "Are you good, Sammy?" Sam responds with a muffled noise that he hopes sounds affirmative.
Tina interprets it as such, and she pulls back a little and pushes back in carefully. It's a tiny movement, but Sam feels it so much. He digs his fingers into Blaine's still-clothed ass and sucks harder on his dick. And then he asks Tina for more, and although she can't possibly understand the words he attempts to say around the cock filling his mouth, she figures out what he wants and gives it to him. Eventually her pounding into him is sending him lurching back and forth on Blaine's dick enough that it's going way down his throat.
And that's when Blaine tells him he has to stop or he's going to come. Sam is also getting dangerously close, and he tells Tina to stop too. Tina's pretty sure she could keep going all night, but she stops and pulls the dildo out of Sam's gaping hole. She does it too fast, and Sam sort of doubles over from the shock (only "sort of" because he's already bent forward), but he recovers quickly. He knows how he wants this to end and feels there's no time to waste.
He straightens up, taking just a few seconds to enjoy the uncramping in his knees and back while he hands Blaine a fresh condom and puts one on himself. He swipes all the papers and shit off of Sue's desk and lies down on it on his back. He scoots into place so his ass is on the very edge, and he calls Blaine over to fill him with his cock immediately. Blaine happily does so, and they both sigh with relief. Sam takes him easily, but he still somehow feels tight and perfect.
"Fuck, Blaine, that's good." Sam wraps his legs around his waist. "Hold on just a sec, baby. Tina!"
Tina clambers up, straddling him and sinking down on his cock. "Fuck yeah," Sam says. "Okay...go."
There's no slow buildup this time to the way Blaine starts fucking him and Tina starts riding him. The two of them do, however, manage to work their movements into a sort of complementary rhythm. Sam, of course, has nothing to do but lie back and enjoy the simultaneous pleasures of a big, hard cock fucking him and a tight, wet cunt milking him. Nothing to do, that is, except not let himself come before Tina does.
The holding back, though, is really difficult. He's so, so ready to let go. Finally he realizes that his hands are free and could help Tina along. He takes a breast in each and squeezes her nipples and she makes a very sexy noise and grinds against him a bit harder. She's close, he's pretty sure she's close, and he goes for the clit.
And he's right, that's all it takes. Just as he feels her start to go he tells her, "Call my name, Tina."
"Huh?" she asks, barely aware of anything but her impending orgasm.
"Come on, call my name!"
"Sam! Sam, oh fuck, Sam!" Tina grinds and squeezes and chants, "Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, oh fuck..." as the tremors wrack her body.
Sam continues to hold back as long as he can, but with Tina and Blaine double teaming him it's not that much longer. As he spills into Tina he pleads, "Blaine, come in my ass!"
And Blaine does, of course he does. With a final powerful thrust his body tenses and his cock pulses and unloads as he, too, calls out, "Sam, Sam, fuck!"
For once Tina doesn't keep coming for like an hour longer than the guys, and they all come down from their orgasms at roughly the same time. They're all still panting and throbbing, and no one can really move yet, except that Tina slumps forward onto Sam's chest and Blaine slumps forward onto Tina's back.
They'd probably stay like that all night, in fact, except it's hella uncomfortable. Plus, they eventually remember that there are condoms to be disposed of. They separate reluctantly and the guys chuck the soiled prophylactics out the window, not wanting Sue to discover them in her trash in the morning.
They collapse on the couch and sleep there tangled up together until the god-awful noise of Janitor Figgins's floor cleaner outside the office wakes them. They're not able to think fast enough to move before he flings open the door and yells, "Sexy vampire, cosplaying, and cross-dressing teens! Did you have sexual relations in Sue Sylvester's office last night?"
Blaine decides he should speak for the group, but the best he comes up with is, "Uh..."
Figgins bursts into maniacal laughter. "Wonderful! Wonderful! She will go insane!" He points to the spot on the carpet where Blaine jizzed. "Is that genetic material?"
"Uh..."
"For heaven's sake, children, run before Principal Sylvester finds you here. I'll clean this up before she sees it and analyzes it in her home DNA lab."
They stare at him incredulously.
"Well? Run, children, run!"
They run. They're half way down the hall when Sam and Tina have to turn back for their abandoned cheerleader spanks; Figgins meets them at the door and hands them to them. "Thanks!"
"Now shoo, children!" They hear him cackling to himself as they run to the locker room to change back into their regular clothes before anyone else arrives at the school.
"Best lock-in ever!" Sam declares. Blaine and Tina couldn't agree more.