The Cheerleading Game Turns Into Stepsisters Gagging on Each Other’s Stepbrothers – Swapsister

The cheerleading squad always had a reputation for being raucous and rowdy, but who were they kidding? Deep down, each of the girls harbored secret desires they could never express aloud. When rigged pompoms and racy dance moves weren’t enough to satisfy their collective thirst for sin, the squad turned to new, illicit games.

It was bargaining night at the cheerleading house. Any ritualistic creativity would do – wine and spin the bottle, strip truth or dare, or perhaps exploring the depths of their sapphic desires. The step-sisters agreed on a particularly risque game of their own invention – Swapsister.

“Okay girls, do we all agree on the rules?” The ringleader asked. “First round, one of you says your stepbrother’s name. You get to pick which one of your squadmates you want to swap with. Then the game moves on down the chain until all the stepbrothers have been claimed.”

“I’m not sure I’m down to choking on my incestuous stepbro’s cock”, Tasha mumbled. “I’ve seen the way he tongue-fucks girl-on-girl whenever our families vacation together. Gross.”

“Just say ‘Charles’ and slap Honey’s head between your thighs.” The ringleader replied. “It’s not that complicated. The point is to finally play out our family fantasy fucks without actually defiling ourselves. Now who’s going first?”

The girls looked around nervously. No one wanted to be the first to put their depraved game into motion. Something had to give, though. The sexual tension was palpable. Fingers subconsciously crept between thighs. Aussie Hentai porn volumes were being re-evaluated on their dressers. Showtime.

“Fine, I’ll start,” Honey declared. She took a deep breath through her nostrils. “I give the honor of claiming Danny to my co-captain, Tasha.” Honey crossed her arms and looked at the floor, as if unwilling to witness the depravity about to unfold.

Tasha smirked, excited to finally interrupt the normality that bound them so cruelly. “Danny? Really?” She mumbled, snapping Honey out of her trance. “This isn’t some National Debate Tournament, slampig. Look me in the fucking eyes.”

Honey gulped and met Tasha’s deep, dark eyes. Tasha’s volatile lips were quivering. Her tongue darted out to wet them and Honey couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like on her virgin clit. Tasha’s opportunities were endless.

Honey, hacking up a wad of phlegm, groggily yielded her spot in front of Tasha to recline on the floor. She angled her head back and opened her mouth, waiting for Tasha to applaud her obedience. Tasha didn’t hesitate a moment. Her head disappeared as Honey’s family member rammed home deep.

Honey gasped and cheeks bulged outward. Tears of delight filled her eyes as pre-cum dribbled down her chin. This was really happening. The reality of Tasha’s stepbrother entering her consumed her. He wasn’t allowed to get off this easy, though. Her tongue swirled around the throbbing dick, balls smacking against her chin. “Mmmph!” She moaned with a muffled voice and flaring nostrils.

“It’s your turn t–ngh—to choose,” Honey said breathlessly between lustful smirks and dick-sticky saliva.

Tasha’s eyes were rolling, apparently taking far too much pleasure in her gagging co-captain. “Ahh, my stepbro..mpph…Mason. I choose Buttercup to pleasure him.” With a last slurp, she pulled her head back from Honey’s sticky visage. Buttercup dutifully knelt between Tasha’s thighs.

“Are you sure BMs that heavily will slurp his rod ’til day’s done?” Buttercup inquired snidely. “I’d ‘baw-REF-eh ere!’ Otherwise I ain’t ‘taining my end of th’ bargain.” She scrunched her button nose in the infancy of disgust.

“Hehehehe. Trust me lady, you want in on this,” Tasha slurped, tilting her head back to bask in Buttercup’s eventual gagging rewards. She leaned onto her elbows one at a time and pointed at their next target. “Madison, Marcie. Avenge your cheating stepbrother. You know how he feels.”

Twenty-thirteen greeted them cruelly so. Uninterrupted silence transgressed their ritual, but suddenly, a fingernail tennis match in the form of high-pitched moaning. It was a beautiful ballet between the four of them. Finally, Buttercup’s curtain call. “HOW’S THAT FOR A PRESENTATION, SLAM-I-TATES?”

Buttercup leaned back, collecting herself. Careless loose strands of auburn framed her proud face. She faced Sadie, the game’s final chore recipient. “Swallow this.” Sadie looked up at Buttercup, bewildered. Using her stepbrother’s massive, jerking member as a kind of dirty thermometer, Buttercup shoved him into her mouth, forcing Sadie’s head down slowly, dry-heaving.

However, a wide grin formed on Sadie’s lips and a lustful darkness returned to her eyes. She clamped her mouth tightly around him and started moving faster, escalating quickly to a feverish slobber. Her cunt clenched as she began humping Buttercup’s thigh, panties pussy pandemonium. Her face continued bottoming out, her cute button nose against his pelvis. Saliva slithered down her chin in heavy drops as she struggled to breathe. Her tongue caressed his length, marking its new territory.

When Sadie finally collapsed and gasped for air, the girls erupted into uncontrollable laughter and began high-fiving each other with slobber-soaked hands. “That was fucking nasty!” Honey guffawed.

“I’m so glad we finally went through with this. I’ve wanted to swap with Madison since I saw them dicking down that cheerleader at the basketball tournament last spring.” Buttercup said, fanning herself with her hand as she collected herself from her raunchy reverie.

“Um guys, just gonna put it out there, but the first round’s only just getting started,” Tasha mumbled ruefully, jersey mashed and face wet with drool and cum.

“Shit, you’re right!” Honey squealed. “Marcie, Sadie: Buttercup. Buttercup, Sadie: Marcie.”

This continued for 3 hours, each step-sister being choked on and fingerfucked, every one of their stepbrothers performing an enlightening deepthroat on them until they reached thumb standards in being able to spill their cum in their grateful bellies.

Eventually the ritual ended and the girls were left to recover in a weirdly incest-happy state of depravity. Gasps and orgasms continued echoing down the hall through the night.

Their families would *never* understand, but it didn’t matter to them. All that mattered was the thrill of a pleasured secret behind closed doors, forbidden fruit that was theirs to eat all year long. The cheerleaders all agreed to never speak of it again, but secretly, each held the memory close to their hearts, stroking it whenever they needed a naughty fix.

No one messed with the queen bees of the cheerleading squad after that. Let the step-sisters go back to their superficial girl games. The real damage was done in the shadows, where none dared to tread. The women scouts recovering in the bathroom didn’t even give them a second glance, lost in their own depravity.