Riley and Jade had been attached at the hip since freshman year. Same dorm, same cheer squad, same filthy group chat. Both were futanari—full cocks, tight holes, heavy balls that sat heavy in their cheer briefs after practice. Riley was taller, blonde, loud, with a thick nine-inch cock that curved up when she was hard. Jade was compact, black-haired, meaner in the mouth, with eight and a half inches that leaked constantly when she was horny.
They were 20. College. No one on the squad pretended they were anything else.
The contest started as a joke after Friday practice.
“Loser eats the other’s load off her own face,” Jade said, peeling off her sports bra in the empty locker room. “And the winner gets to use the loser however she wants until Sunday night. Including a2m. No backing out.”
Riley grinned, already half-hard. “Deal. First one to make the other squirt twice loses. We can use anyone else we want as long as it’s us doing the fucking.”
Jade’s cock twitched. “Including Harlow?”
Ms. Elena Harlow, 34, their team’s academic advisor and the woman who had been caught more than once with her skirt hiked in the faculty lot. Teacherslut was the squad’s private nickname. She smoked, she drank, she owed money, and she had a habit of “checking in” on the girls after late practices.
“Especially Harlow,” Riley said.
They didn’t know yet that Harlow’s money problem had a name: Nico Moretti. Local family, small but mean. She had borrowed to cover a bad weekend in Atlantic City. Interest was ugly. He had started sending men to sit in the back of her night class.
That was how the mafia walked into a cheerleader futa contest.
Saturday morning they cornered Harlow in her office.
She looked wrecked—eyeliner smudged, blouse one button too open. When Riley locked the door and Jade leaned against it, Harlow’s eyes dropped straight to the outlines in their shorts.
“Girls—”
“You owe Moretti,” Jade said. “We heard. Two of his guys were in the parking lot last night asking about you.”
Harlow went pale.
Riley stepped close, took Harlow’s wrist, and put it on the hard ridge in her cheer shorts. “We can make a problem smaller. You help us with a private contest this weekend. You do what we say. We don’t tell anyone you let two of your students fuck you on school property. And we might know someone who can get Nico to take a different kind of payment.”
Harlow’s breath hitched. Her fingers curled around Riley’s cock through the fabric.
“What do you want.”
“You’re the extra hole,” Riley said. “And the extra mouth. We use you to make each other lose. You swallow, you take it in the ass, you get facials, you lick whatever we tell you to lick. Including after it’s been in an ass. You in?”
Harlow nodded once, fast. Teacherslut wasn’t just a nickname.
They started in Harlow’s office because it was mean and because the blinds were already closed.
Riley sat on the desk, shorts shoved down, cock standing. Jade stood between her spread thighs and spat on her own hand.
“First round,” Jade said. “I fuck you while she watches and plays with herself. You don’t get to touch your own cock until I say.”
Riley laughed and pulled Jade in by the waistband. “Then hurry up, best friend.”
Jade pushed in slow. Futa-on-futa always sounded wetter than it looked on paper—slick, tight, the kind of stretch that made Riley’s stomach jump. Jade bottomed out and stayed there, grinding.
Harlow was already on her knees. Riley grabbed a fistful of her hair and put the teacher’s mouth on Riley’s balls while Jade started thrusting.
“That’s it. Get them wet. You’re going to taste both of us before lunch.”
Jade fucked her best friend like she had something to prove. Short, hard strokes that made Riley’s cock slap against her own stomach. Every time Jade drove in, Riley’s hole clenched and a bead of pre dripped onto Harlow’s tongue.
“She’s going to squirt on you if you keep that angle,” Riley warned, voice already wrecked.
Jade changed the angle anyway. She reached around and stroked Riley’s cock in time with her hips.
Riley came first—not a full loss, just a messy pulse over Harlow’s face. Thick ropes across the teacher’s cheeks, nose, open mouth. Harlow didn’t wipe it. She stayed there with cum on her lashes while Jade kept pounding.
“Facial one,” Jade said. “Doesn’t count as a squirt. Keep going.”
Riley’s hole was sloppy now. Jade pulled out, slapped her cock against Riley’s ass, then pushed back in.
That was when Riley squirted.
Not a polite trickle. A hard, sudden gush around Jade’s cock that soaked Jade’s hips and ran down onto Harlow’s waiting tongue. Riley’s own cock jumped and spilled again, weaker this time, across Harlow’s forehead.
Jade didn’t stop. She fucked her through it until Riley was shaking and laughing and cursing.
“That’s one,” Jade said, pulling out. Her cock glistened. She looked at Harlow. “Clean it. A2m. Now.”
Harlow hesitated half a second. Then she leaned in and took Jade’s cock into her mouth, tasting Riley’s ass and Riley’s squirt and Jade’s pre all at once. She worked it like she was trying to earn the mafia debt off her back.
Jade held her head and used her throat until her own balls tightened.
“Not yet,” Riley said. “My turn.”
They moved to Riley’s off-campus apartment because the walls were thicker and because Nico’s name kept coming up.
Harlow had admitted, between rounds, that Moretti wanted either the money or “something that looks like respect.” Jade had an uncle who did books for a different family. One phone call, one favor promised, and Harlow’s problem could become a conversation instead of a beating. The price was that Harlow stayed the weekend and did not pretend she had limits.
Contest rules tightened.
Riley bent Jade over the back of the couch. Cheer skirt still on, flipped up. She spat, lined up, and shoved in.
Jade grunted and reached back to spread herself.
“Harder. Make it count.”
Riley gave it to her. Deep, punishing, the kind of best-friend fucking that had no romance in it—just years of knowing exactly how the other girl clenched when she was close. Riley’s balls slapped Jade’s. She reached around and jerked Jade’s cock in a tight fist.
Harlow knelt in front of the couch so Jade could use her mouth as a sleeve.
“She’s going to face-fuck you while I ruin this hole,” Riley said. “Swallow. Don’t waste it.”
Jade did. She grabbed Harlow’s hair and thrust into the teacher’s throat every time Riley bottomed out in her ass. The rhythm got ugly. Wet. Jade’s cock kept slipping out of Harlow’s mouth and slapping her cheek, leaving smears.
Riley felt Jade start to lock up.
“Squirt on her. Do it.”
Jade came with a broken sound. Her cock pulsed down Harlow’s throat first, then she yanked out and painted the teacher’s face—stripes across lips, chin, the same mess Riley had already left. At the same time her hole seized around Riley and a clear, hard squirt hit the couch and Riley’s thighs.
“That’s one for you,” Riley said, still buried. She didn’t pull out. She kept fucking the twitching hole until Jade was dripping and swearing.
Then Riley pulled out, shiny and thick, and put it in Harlow’s mouth.
“A2m. Taste your student. Both of us now.”
Harlow sucked. She looked wrecked already—mascara wrecked, blouse open, nipples hard, her own cunt visibly wet through her slacks because they hadn’t even touched her there yet.
Jade turned, still panting, and shoved two fingers into Harlow’s mouth beside Riley’s cock.
“Contest isn’t over. I still owe you one more squirt.”
They took a break only long enough to hydrate and to let Harlow call Nico from speakerphone with Riley’s cock resting on her tongue.
The conversation was short. Jade’s uncle would sit down with him. Harlow would not be touched. In exchange, Harlow would “be available” for a private event the family was hosting in three weeks—nothing the girls needed to know about.
When she hung up she looked at them like she had just sold something she couldn’t get back.
Riley smiled. “Good. Now get on the bed. Jade’s going to fuck your ass while I fuck hers. Chain. And you’re going to make her squirt on your back.”
They did it exactly like that.
Harlow on all fours. Jade behind her, cock in the teacher’s ass, slow at first because Harlow was tight and loud. Riley behind Jade, sliding back into her best friend’s used hole.
Every thrust Riley gave Jade got transferred into Harlow.
Jade reached under and rubbed Harlow’s clit with two fingers because she was cruel and because she wanted the teacher shaking when she came.
“She’s a teacherslut,” Jade said over her shoulder. “Say it.”
Harlow gasped it. “I’m a teacherslut.”
“Louder.”
Riley slammed in and Jade’s rhythm broke. Jade’s cock jumped inside Harlow. She pulled out of the teacher at the last second, grabbed her own cock, and came across Harlow’s lower back and ass in thick stripes. The second squirt followed—Jade’s hole clamping on Riley, clear fluid running down her thighs onto Harlow’s skin.
Riley didn’t last. She buried herself, ground deep, and filled her best friend. When she pulled out, cum leaked down Jade’s taint.
Jade immediately pushed Harlow’s face into it.
“Lick. A2m and then some. That’s us. That’s the contest.”
Harlow licked. She didn’t pretend to be disgusted. She cleaned Jade’s hole, Riley’s cum, her own ass where Jade had been, and the fresh facial cooling on her back when they rolled her over and added more.
Sunday they finished it in the shower and then on the bathroom floor because they were sore and still not done.
Score was messy. Both of them had made the other squirt twice. The “loser eats it off her own face” clause turned into both of them doing it to each other while Harlow held phones and took pictures she was not allowed to keep.
Riley sat on the closed toilet, Jade in her lap facing her, cocks trapped between their stomachs, kissing like they were trying to eat each other. They rutted until they both came again—less dramatic, just hot pulses and shaking.
Harlow, on her knees on the wet tile, opened her mouth under them and took whatever dripped.
Facials. Squirt on skin. A2m every time one of them pulled out of an ass. Best friends using a teacher as a tool and a witness. A contest that stopped being about winning and became about how filthy they could get before Monday practice.
When it was over they let Harlow shower alone.
Jade leaned against the sink, still naked, cock soft and shiny.
“Your uncle really going to handle Moretti?”
“He already texted. It’s handled. She just has to show up to that event and look grateful.”
Riley snorted. “Teacherslut and a mafia errand. We should put that on the squad banner.”
They didn’t. They taped their own private photos in a folder no one else would see, iced their holes, and showed up to Monday practice like nothing had happened except two best friends who knew exactly how the other sounded when she squirted around a cock.
Harlow sat in the bleachers with sunglasses on and a high collar. She graded papers and didn’t look at them for more than a second at a time.
Nico’s men were gone from the parking lot.
The contest was over. The debt was quieter. The two of them were still going to fuck each other through the next away game weekend, because that was what they did.
Riley bumped Jade’s shoulder in the locker room.
“Rematch after regionals. No teacher. Just us. A2m still on the table.”
Jade’s mouth curved.
“Obviously.”
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