Comments during the show

Mr. Dinger's smiled widened in tandem with her legs as she rode the dildo, gushes flowing freely out of her and onto his desk. He suppressed a chuckle upon noticing that the shine on the wood had started to fade; a by-product of how wet she was, no doubt. As the girl bucked on the rubber cock, he couldn't help but fiddle the golden ring on his finger.

"It's no wonder you're so sexually repressed. Did you know that physical activity tends to make girls rather horny?" He pondered, watching the girl.

She shot him a side look, as though what he'd said was beyond obvious. "I'm part of the school's soccer team, Mr. Dinger. Of course I know that."

He chuckled, feigning ignorance as he dismissed her tone. "I'm just saying - with how hard Mrs. Frankfurt trains you, coupled with how much school work you girls have, it must be pretty difficult to have time to satisfy yourself, let alone keep a boyfriend, right?"

The young girl nodded, closing her eyes and biting her lip as she rode the sex toy. "I mean, there's a reason I'm so sexually repressed."

At that, the teacher grinned, his plan falling into place. "But surely, talented girls such as yourselves are able to find the time for a little self-satisfaction. In the change room after practice, perhaps? You've heard the rumors, haven't you?"

She gasped, eyes widening at what he was implying. Despite the shameless show she was giving him, she couldn't help but blush, avoiding his gaze for the first time since she sank the dildo inside herself. "Yeah, but what are you...?" she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

"Are they true?"

She shivered as the truth rushed out, her present state making her unable to keep their little secret contained. "Yes!" she screamed, both in orgasm and in answer to his question. He demanded she tell him about it and the words left her mouth, the slut barely about to contain herself.

She told him that while the girls from the team could never make the time maintain a boyfriend, it didn't mean they couldn't handle a couple girlfriends. She went into detail about how Mrs. Frankfurt's training regiments had intensified in recent months, leaving the girls of her team soaking wet and aching for release as they rushed off to the changing rooms. Their arousal cranked to eleven, they stripped naked and ran off to the showers, where the sounds of rushing water would hopefully mask the sounds of sweet relief as they paired off one by one. Lips found sweet lips and tits brushed against one another as the showers steamed from both the hot water and the rampant sexual energy. She talked about how Ramona Fitzgerald would **** poor Jennifer to her knees, the captain of the team bracing herself against the wall as she made the girl eat her out, Jennifer's fingers lost in the slickness of her own cunt.

It wasn't long before rumors of uncontrolled lesbian orgies started spreading across campus, the girls apparently failing to remain quiet under the flowing water. Still, they refuted the claims, trying to distance themselves from the leers and derogatory comments their male peers started shouting at them. And yet, every night after practice, the young girls would find themselves in that familiar position - horny out of their minds, their bodies begging for the sweet relief of orgasm - and their moans echoed throughout the change room, barely contained between the rushing wave of running water.

The oversexed girl came multiple times throughout the story. As she recalled it for her teacher, her eyes closed, she missed when he took out his cock, gently rubbing it at her tale. He willed himself to not orgasm more than once, not wanting to rush the events that were sure to unfold as the girl shamelessly rode the fake cock on his desk. The color of the wood had long faded from the slickness of her juices.

Outside in the school's distant soccer fields, Mrs. Frankfurt had already begun forcing the team through the day's training exercise, the girls of the team both dreading the upcoming rush of arousal, but secretly looking forward to the secret team building activity that was surely to be had once the hard work was over.