”Not much to look at? xnx Drink up!” the head cheerleader says. The warmth of the piss down my esophagus is a blessing for once. “Little Tits and Medium Tits, your buckets are getting full. As long as my stomach’s ready to stretch a little more, I consume. But I already told everyone I made the cheerleading team. I’m proud instead of embarrassed when the quarterback lifts my shirt and nods his approval along with his forty-or-so teammates. Because I understand, not because I’m thrilled about it. The cheerleading outfit doesn’t make me feel as sexy as I thought it would. Meeting the players… My head is swimming. If you don’t keep your toilet hole open, you can forget about taking a shower after this,” the head cheerleader announces, aiming her Super Soaker full of her cold pee at the row of naked girls on their
