Lust in the Locker Room

Hey everyone! It's been a little while since it was posted, but if you missed it, I've got a new short story up in the short story hub called Clear Skies Ahead. It's a short story with Skylar as the main character, and it covers a possibility of her life five years in the future. It has no connection to the main thread, but it's a fun What If? for Skylar's post-college life.

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Claire Johnson frowned as she checked her watch.

"What is taking him so long?" Claire sighed, the exhalation of breath making the strands of brown hair falling down the front of her face blow away.

"What's your hurry?" pouted Rachel Barnes. "Do you wanna be rid of us so easily?"

"Ugh, don't try and turn this around on me, Rachel. I have dinner to make still." Claire waved Rachel's complaints away.

"And I don't?" Rachel exclaimed. "I have three more mouths to feed than you do, Claire."

"What are you two arguing about now?" Danielle groaned, walking up beside Kaitlyn Simmons. Claire wasn't too close with the raven-haired woman, but she, Dani, and Rachel had all cheered together in high school. It was easy to see why they'd all been such popular cheerleaders, Claire thought, noting Kaitlyn's sinfully curvy figure. Kaitlyn had snowy pale skin, pitch black hair pulled back into a ponytail, and faintly amused icy blue eyes.

She wore an electric blue sports bra, bright and neon, and a pair of white leggings that hugged her ridiculous curves tightly. Kaitlyn had a firm, toned stomach with some muscle definition, and she had wide, curvy hips that accentuated her thighs. She also had a pair of large breasts, though they looked a bit less impressive compared to Dani's very large breasts and Rachel's even bigger ones.

"Claire hates me and thinks that feeding David is harder than feeding three daughters and a husband." Rachel blurted instantly.

"None of that was true." Claire groaned, and Danielle laughed.

"See what I have to deal with, Kait?" Danielle asked, gesturing to her two best friends.

"Whoa, you're gossiping about us with your neighbor?" Rachel gasped. "That's very cliché mean girl of you, Danielle Franklin."

"Holland." Danielle replied automatically.

"Oop." Rachel smirked, making Claire roll her eyes.

"Something wrong, Claire? You seem stressed." Dani frowned.

"She's complaining that David is taking too long." Rachel piped up. "Let the boy have some time."

"It's only been a few minutes." Kaitlyn pointed out. "None of our children are ready to go."

"Especially not mine." Rachel scoffed. "I bet those girls will be a while getting changed."

"Wonder where they get that from." Danielle said innocently, making Rachel gasp in protest.

"I don't take forever getting ready!" Rachel protested, but Claire gave her a skeptical look.

"Really? You?" Claire asked, disbelieving. "Rachel, you were the reason we were late to like... everything!"

"It's called being fashionably late, Claire, that doesn't count. Everyone knows the pretty girls don't show up on time to things." Rachel rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Since when is punctuality frowned upon?" Claire exclaimed, making the other three women laugh.

"Where's Abby?" Claire frowned. "She'll back me up."

"Of course she will." Dani agreed. "The two of you are both good girls."

"Don't say it like we're just some nerds." Claire huffed. "I just don't like being late to things."

"Oh, it's not the punctuality that makes you a nerd, babe. You just are one." Rachel pointed out.

A laughing Dani waved a hand in between Rachel and Claire, stepping between them.

"Alright you two, enough squabbling." Dani ordered, pointing at her two best friends in succession.

"Rachel's the one squabbling. I'm just trying to get home to make dinner." Claire scowled.

"David will be along when he's good and ready." Rachel shook her head.

"Why do you keep defending David like that?" Claire threw up her hands.

For some reason, Rachel looked slightly thrown off by that comment, and she shook her head.

"I'm not." Rachel insisted. "I'm just empathizing for him, must be tough having a mom with a stick all the way up-"

"Not helping, Rach." Dani glared.

"What is with you tonight?" Claire asked, weirded out by how argumentative Rachel was.

"It's nothing." Rachel shook her head, looking away from Claire and out towards the empty lobby. "Sorry for taking your head off."

"Marital problems?" Kaitlyn guessed, and Rachel shrugged.

"Sure, something like that."

"Is everything OK?" Claire asked, suddenly a little worried by her friend's melancholy.

Danielle's brows were furrowed in concern as well, and she reached out for Rachel, squeezing her hand. "Yeah, you seem really down. How about I come over for dinner tonight? I'll bring Jeremiah so he can hang out with Jenson and we can have some wine time."

"That works." Rachel agreed. "Claire, you can come over too, if you'd like."

"I would, but Esme needs me in early tomorrow." Claire apologized. "I have much better hours now, but I'm still a nurse. Rain check?"

"Definitely." Danielle agreed.

Claire was still unconvinced, but she moved to throw her arms around Rachel. As always, she felt a little inadequate hugging Rachel, her medium sized breasts easily dwarfed by Rachel's huge ones, but Rachel hugged her back tightly and it made Claire feel a little better about Rachel.

This weird argumentativeness and the even weirder lack of energy were distinctly unlike Rachel. Hopefully some wine with Dani would do the trick and fix whatever was weighing on Rachel.

If not, Claire might have to endure something torturous like shopping with Rachel. Shopping with Rachel invariably led to hours of being made to try on the skimpiest clothes Rachel could find, and somehow she was great at finding them.

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“So what am I helping Kayla with?” Jace asked as he was led along by Daphne and Sierra. “Or am I just supposed to guess?”

Sierra, who was leading him by the hand, gave an amused smile and a wink.

Daphne, who was walking on the other side of him, snickered. “You’ll see. Trust me, it’s something that will be easy for you.”

The pair of gorgeous women led Jace into the changing room he recognized as the instructors’ changing room. It was the one he and Val had kissed outside before the class started.

Sierra held up a finger to her cherry red lips as they entered, and Jace listened to her, keeping his mouth shut.

“Kayla?” Daphne called, walking into the changing room proper around the corner while Sierra and Jace waited right by the door, out of sight. Jace was starting to grasp this was a surprise or a secret of some kind, but he wasn’t sure what.

Part of him hoped that this would involve him getting to see Kayla in her underwear, as visiting her while she’s in the changing room seemed like that might be a possibility. Or maybe she had already gotten dressed, which would be a shame. She was very sexy with clothes on, but he imagined she’d be even sexier with a lot less clothes on.

“What is it?” Jace heard Kayla’s voice respond.

“Me and Sierra, we figured out a solution to your problem.” he heard Daphne tell Kayla.

“What problem?” Kayla asked, sounding confused.

“Sierra?” Daphne called.

Sierra gave Jace a big, devilish grin, and she pushed him forwards. Jace took that as a sign to walk into the changing room, and so he did, with Sierra right on his heels.

“Look who we found.” Sierra said cheerfully as she followed Jace into the changing room.

Kayla had indeed started changing, and his gorgeous blonde teacher was standing there wearing a white cotton bra that pushed her large breasts together very nicely. Her cleavage looked incredible in it, and it popped nicely off her tanned skin. Jace's eyes naturally trailed down Kayla's toned body, drinking in the view of her bare stomach and carrying down to her hips and gorgeous legs. On her lower half, she wore slightly more clothes than her top half, just a pair of cotton short shorts.

"Jace!" Kayla exclaimed, shocked, lifting her hands up to cover her bosom, though with the bra on, she wasn't showing any naughty bits.

"Go say hello." Sierra whispered in his ear, her large breasts brushing against his back and her sultry voice sending shivers down his back. She gave him a little nudge with her hand, and Jace glanced towards Daphne as she walked forwards. Daphne had a mischievous grin on, and Jace was starting to think that his and Amy's aunts were up to something nefarious. Or at the very least, something naughty.

"What are you doing here?" Kayla asked as he approached, then she looked to Daphne. "What is he doing here?"

"Well, remember that talk we had about you needing to get laid?" Daphne smiled. Jace's heartbeat picked up a bit hearing that, and he looked towards Daphne again, who was still grinning. Jace reached Kayla, and decided that he may as well go with this. He certainly wasn't one to say no to something like this.

"Jace, you do not need to go along with your aunt's insane plan if you don't want to." Kayla huffed. "Just tell her she's crazy."

Jace reached out and wrapped his arms around Kayla's torso, his arms settling around her back as he pulled her in. "Who said I don't want to do this?"

Kayla stared up at him, lips parted in surprise. Jace couldn't help it, he leaned in and kissed his favorite teacher. The arms she'd had covering her bra-clad tits fell to her sides, then lifted up to wrap around him, one arm around his neck while the other cupped the back of his head. This was far from their first kiss, he'd been stealing kisses from Kayla ever since that crazy truth or dare game a few weeks ago. This was the first time since that truth or dare game that he was kissing her while she wasn't wearing a shirt though. One of the dares had been to make out though, so it wasn't really fully voluntary like this one was. Jace sure hadn't had any problems with it though. Nor had he had problems with the later dare that had had Kayla stroking his cock while telling him her dirty fantasies.

Daphne and Sierra both wolf-whistled, making Kayla jolt in his arms. She pulled back from the kiss, but Jace didn't stop, he leaned in and started kissing Kayla's neck, eliciting a moan from the buxom blonde teacher in his arms.

"Oh my God... you two are insane." Kayla panted, still holding Jace close to her body as she lectured her friends. The hand she had in his hair was clearly spurring him on more, and Jace was always one to listen to his favorite teacher.

"Don't complain about something you're obviously enjoying." Sierra huffed.

Jace drew back from Kayla's neck, and he couldn't help the excited grin that spread across his face. "I can leave if you want, Kayla."

Kayla glared at him with those pretty blue eyes, but it only made him grin wider. "You and Daphne are entirely too similar sometimes."

Jace opened his mouth to respond, but Kayla's lips met his before he got the chance. She clung to him tightly, pressing her body into him as she kissed him passionately. Kayla's arms were around his neck, but it still took him a second to realize there was an additional hand on his back. It rubbed his back encouragingly as he and Kayla kissed. It wasn't until they drew apart that Jace could glance over his shoulder and see Sierra there, smirking at the pair of blondes.

"I think Kay-Kay wants you to do more than just kiss her." Sierra stage whispered.

"Kay-Kay?" Jace asked with a grin, while Kayla groaned in complaint.

Jace's hands slid down Kayla's back, grazing across the fabric of her bra as they trailed down to her bottom. His fingers slid into the waistband of her shorts, and he grabbed big handfuls of her toned ass. Kayla shivered at that, and he kissed her heatedly as he adjusted his hands so he was grabbing the shorts, yanking them down her as best he could from this angle. She wiggled those hips helpfully, and the shorts fell to the ground. A second pair of lips found Jace's neck, and he felt Sierra's very large breasts pressing into his arm as he ran his fingers along Kayla's panties, soft and cotton.

Jace's hands moved swiftly back up Kayla's body, and he found the clasp of her bra without much effort. She gasped softly into his mouth as he unhooked the bra, letting it fall to the floor. He drew back from the kiss finally, one arm reflexively snaking around Sierra's hips as the redheaded woman licked and nibbled at his neck. His eyes were fully focused on Kayla though, drinking in the view of her tear-drop shaped large breasts. They were a little paler than the rest of her, a mark that she did not tan in the nude like he knew Daisy and Danielle did.

"You look so sexy." Jace groaned, and Kayla smiled a bit shyly, her eyes flicking towards Sierra.

"What?" asked the grinning redhead. "Can't I join in, too?"

Kayla looked uncertainly towards Jace, like she was waiting for him to decide. Part of him wanted to devote all his attention towards Kayla, but he was a horny teenager and damn it, he wanted to fuck Sierra too. He'd take Daphne too, but it was probably for the best she was holding back. She was blissfully unaware of the taboos that had been happening in her sister's family.

He did glance towards his aunt, and found she was sitting back on the bench near the locker room, watching curiously. She smiled at him when his teal eyes met her dark blue ones, and she made a little motion with her hands that very clearly said 'go on'.

Jace turned back towards Kayla and Sierra, and he lifted his hands to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head. "You're definitely welcome to join... unless Kay-Kay doesn't want you here."

"You are not allowed to call me that." Kayla complained while Sierra and Daphne both giggled.

"Would you prefer Ms. Roberts?" Jace arched an eyebrow.

"No." she exhaled. "Just Kayla."

"Kayla." Jace agreed, and he stepped forwards to kiss Kayla again, walking her back against the lockers as her bare breasts squashed against his chest. Her back hit the metal of the lockers, and Jace's hands found her hips as his mouth started traveling south. He started with her lips, of course, then trailed hungry kisses along her jaw and down the soft skin of her throat. She gasped out a moan there, and her breathing picked up as he headed further south, his mouth gliding down her chest, licking at her collarbone before moving down to the shapely slopes of her gorgeous breasts. He planted kisses on the slopes of both breasts, enjoying himself immensely before he moved down to kiss and suck on her nipples. They weren't as big as some of the nipples he was used to sucking on, but they were pert from his attention, and he gave them little tugs, pinning them between his teeth.

However, his journey south was not yet complete, so he left her breasts alone as he got to his knees, following the path of kisses down her flat navel. Her fingers grasped at his hair as he brushed kisses past her belly button, heading down to where the fabric of her panties still obscured her pussy. Kayla's soft moans filled the locker room as he kissed her pussy through the cotton of her panties. The fabric was already a bit wet, Jace found, and it made him eager as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties. He looked up at her searchingly, and found her gazing down at him adoringly. She nodded her assent quickly, and he tugged her panties down, revealing her bare pussy. Jace went back to kissing it, lavishing attention on her outer lips and along her inner thighs, finding it cute how her legs trembled.

"I gotta say, we picked good." Sierra said from somewhere behind him, and he heard his aunt's laughing agreement. Jace pushed the thought of those two out of his head as he leaned in and began to tongue at Kayla's pussy. Her moans renewed with new fervor as Jace tasted his favorite teacher on his tongue. She was already quite wet, and Jace relished in the taste of her as his tongue explored the wet folds of her pussy. One of her legs lifted up and draped across his shoulder, giving him easier access as he ate Kayla out. He wasn't too experienced in this department, admittedly, though this wasn't his first time doing this.

Ariel had endeavored to teach him during his first time, but he'd been a little too focused on other things to really grasp the skills she'd been trying to teach. They'd had some more lessons together afterwards, but that was the bulk of his experience. Yet, Jace was eager to please. It may not have been anything mind-blowing, but he did everything he could to make Kayla feel good. His tongue teased at her slit before sliding deeper into it, trying to lap up every drop of the juices she was soaking his mouth with. The leg she had up on him squeezed him, and Kayla gripped his hair, pulling his face out from between her thighs.

Jace looked up at her in surprise, but saw the lust raging in Kayla's eyes.

"Forget that..." Kayla panted. "I want you to fuck me."

"I can definitely do that." Jace grinned, standing up. His fingers went to his shorts, intent on sliding them off, but hands grabbed his wrists from behind.

"Let me." a soft, sultry voice purred in his ear, and Jace turned towards the buxom ginger, who got down on her knees. Sierra's fingers curled in the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down swiftly. He stepped out of the shorts, kicking them aside, as he stood before the two- well, three women in just his boxers. Daphne was sitting across the changing room, but he could feel her gaze on him. Sierra leaned in and gave his clothed cock a kiss, and she giggled at how it spasmed against the restraining fabric of his boxers, the tip poking out of the top. Sierra gazed up at him with those playful green eyes, and she gave the exposed tip a soft kiss as well, her tongue flicking out to graze the sensitive frenulum. Jace groaned, and Sierra smirked as she hooked her fingers in his boxers to tug those down, too. His cock sprang free in relief, and Sierra smiled seeing it fully revealed. She set her tongue right against the base of it, and dragged it up along the underside, meaning his cock dragged along her cheek as she did so.

She gave the very tip of his cock another kiss, then gave Jace a playful salute. "Your soldier is ready for battle."

Jace grinned. "Thank you very much."

He looked to Kayla, realizing she had two fingers in her pussy and was urgently fingering herself, her eyes trained on Jace's cock.

Jace walked forwards, taking Kayla's wrist and pulling it out from between her thighs. "Here, let me."

Kayla draped that arm across his shoulders, holding him as he cupped her hips and lined up his cock. His tip kissed her outer lips, brushing along it and making Kayla mewl for more.

"Mmm, teasing her, are you?" Sierra purred in Jace's ear, and he felt her tits push against his back, fully bare. She must have stripped after he went to Kayla. They felt big and ample against his back, her nipples dragging against his back as she looked eagerly over his shoulder at what was happening. Her chin was propped on his shoulder, head leaned against his, her red curls tickling his cheek.

"Not for much longer." Jace promised, and he gave Kayla one last kiss before he slid into her. She was kissing him needily when he finally slid into her, and she broke the kiss to moan against his mouth. She buried her face in the shoulder that Sierra's head wasn't resting on, and moaned freely as Jace's hips started moving in earnest. Kayla's pussy felt heavensent wrapped around him, and she was even wetter now than she'd been when his head had been between her thighs.

"Mmm. Fuck her good." Sierra purred, and Jace took it as encouragement, driving his hips deeper into Kayla with each thrust. He loved hearing Kayla moan, feeling her tits bouncing against his chest, seeing the way she clung and trembled as he fucked her. Couple that with Sierra's dirty comments and the incredible feeling of her heavy breasts pressed into his back, and Jace was having an extremely good time. He held Kayla tightly in his arms as his hips slammed into her, his cock sliding deep into her every time his hips thrust forward.

Jace lowered his head to Kayla's ear, and began to whisper. "Looks like part of your fantasy came true, huh?"

Kayla's whole body shuddered in arousal, and she let out an extremely erotic moan, one which had his cock shuddering too. Weeks ago at that truth or dare game, she'd confessed her fantasy about the football team fucking her cheer girls, and during that fantasy, she admitted it was him she'd wanted to fuck her. She'd also confessed that fantasy to him while she had his cock in her hand, so it was something of an important memory.

Kayla clung to Jace tightly, her curvaceous body feverishly warm against his skin, but he loved it. He held her as close as he could, relishing in the feel of the sexy toned cheer coach. He'd had a crush on her for years, having seen her a lot considering how close she was with his aunt. Now he was finally fucking her, and it was incredible. Her body was warm and athletic beneath his hands, a testament to her time spent doing yoga and cheerleading. He'd seen her doing routines a few times with her cheer squad, and she was a sight to behold.

"What fantasy is this?" Sierra asked with the smirk audible in her voice. Kayla gave a groan, this one of embarrassment rather than arousal, but Jace just shook his head.

"That's none of your business." Jace told Amy's aunt with a grin, and the sultry ginger pouted.

"You won't tell me?" Sierra asked poutily, licking his cheek. "Not even if I... offer something?"

"Back off, Sierra." Kayla panted.

"Aww, Kay-Kay getting all territorial now?" Sierra giggled. "You wouldn't even be getting fucked by him if it wasn't for me, blondie."

Kayla opened her mouth to respond, but Jace wisely chose that moment to sink balls deep into Kayla, making her cut off with a loud moan.

"Mmm. I like how he manages your mouth." Sierra said wryly.

Kayla's blue eyes flashed angrily, but Jace cut her off with a kiss this time.

"Forget about her." Jace grunted, feeling Kayla's pussy flutter around his dick.

"You're right." Kayla managed breathlessly, pulling him to her with both arms around his neck. "I'm focused on you right now. She's just... fuck- jealous."

Then his favorite teacher kissed him. It was a sloppy, ferocious kiss, and Jace loved it. His body crushed hers against the wall of lockers, and their lips were joined still when he sank all the way into her again, his hips meeting hers. They were fully pressed together for a minute, her tits squashed against his chest, their mouths mashed together, their arms around each other, and Jace was in heaven. This whole thing was just too much, he'd wanted Kayla for so long and now he had her here, moaning on his cock. His senior year so far had been the best year of his life.

Plus, despite her interference, Sierra's big tits still felt incredible against his back. It was very clear she was from the same bloodline as Amy, she had the same soft heavy tits, even if she was much more toned and athletic than her young niece.

Jace, struck by sudden inspiration, grabbed Kayla by the hips and moved her. He brushed Sierra out of the way with a slight pang of loss as he bent Kayla over the bench opposite the one Daphne was still sat upon on the other side of the changing room. Jace met his aunt's eyes as he started fucking Kayla from behind, and his cock gave a little twitch at the sight of his aunt watching him fuck her best friend. Kayla's ass was a thing of beauty, however, and it quickly drew Jace's attention away from Daphne. Her ass was big and toned, complimented nicely by her curvy hips, and it rippled amazingly as he fucked her from behind, his hips slamming into it with every thrust.

Kayla's panting took on a new fervor in this position, and Jace loved hearing her gasp and moan as he held her by the waist, fucking her eagerly. Sierra came over to sit beside Kayla, and Jace got his first look at Sierra's nude body. She was an amazingly voluptuous woman, and despite the tone to her form, she had incredible curves. Her tits weren't as naturally perky as Kayla's were, but they were big, pale, and round. His cock was practically singing with desire, feeling incredible as each thrust sent shockwaves through his body. Kayla's velvety pussy was to blame, each thrust sending him sliding through soft, soaked folds.

"Mmm, you're really giving it to her." Sierra said approvingly, giving Kayla's ass a smack. Kayla yelped at the contact, but it did make Jace throb from the sight of it, he couldn't lie. Sierra must have seen something change in his gaze, because she gave Kayla's ass another smack, grinning at the consequent yelp.

"S-stop that!" Kayla complained, but when she looked back at Jace, she had an almost begging look to her. Jace brushed Sierra's hand aside as she lined up for another smack, and he delivered the next spanking. Kayla's eyes fluttered, back arching as a mix between a yelp and a moan escaped her pretty lips.

"Huh, of course she likes it when you do it." Sierra said crossly, folding her arms beneath her tits, which drew Jace's attention, admittedly. She grinned broadly at that, and very purposely jiggled them for his hungry gaze. Sierra rose to her feet, sliding up against Jace's side as her fingers trailed along his exposed chest.

"Is me being related to your best friend going to stop me from getting a kiss?" Sierra batted her green eyes at him, peering through her lashes.

"Why would it?" Jace frowned. "Her being my best friend didn't stop me from fucking her."

Sierra's mouth fell open, but Jace swiftly captured it in a kiss, one Sierra took a second to react to. When she did, she lifted a hand to run through the hair on the back of his head as she kissed back with a hell of a lot of tongue.

Sierra drew back, green eyes glittering, and she pointed a finger at him while still cupping the back of his head. "We are going to talk about that later, I can't believe she didn't tell me she got her cherry popped!"

Before Jace could respond though, her mouth crashed back against his. His fucking of Kayla never stopped, though it did falter a bit when Jace felt the heavenly feeling of Sierra's soft Collins tits smushing into his chest. He squeezed her incredible fat ass (something that the other two Collins women he knew definitely did not have) with one hand while bracing himself on Kayla's waist with the other.

Kayla's moans were the main sound in the room, but the wet noise of their bodies slamming together over and over again was also a fun one. Sierra was moaning softly too, her nipples dragging across Jace's chest in a way that must be satisfying to her, because she kept rubbing them against him like a **** woman.

Jace ripped his mouth away from Sierra, panting hard, but the buxom ginger didn't even hesitate before moving her lips to his neck, kissing and licking it with relish. Her red curls were draped across his shoulder, but Jace turned his attention towards Kayla. Or, he meant to, but his eyes got stuck on Daphne, who was.... walking towards him. She came towards them slowly, her hips swinging as they naturally did. Jace had always thought Daphne was sexy, but he didn't think she'd ever been this erotic to him. And he'd seen her naked.

She leaned down to kiss the top of Kayla's head, looking up at Jace with those dark blue eyes as she did so.

"How is it?" Daphne asked softly, and it took Kayla a second to answer. She was getting very close to cumming, Jace could tell.

"It's- it's- it's so goooooood." Kayla moaned, looking back to Jace with an almost drunken euphoria in her gorgeous features.

Daphne smiled up at Jace, her usual playful smile, but it had his cock throbbing like crazy inside Kayla in this setting. Never mind he was already fucking his big sister and his mother, the thought of it being Daphne in those situations was like lightning in his veins, and goddamn, the way she looked now was not helping matters. She was still wearing what she'd worn for the yoga class, those pink bottoms that were barely more than a bikini bottoms, and on her top half she only wore a black sports bra that was downright flaunting her cleavage. She had the same big tits that his mother had, a pair of tanned very large breasts that were big and plump.

Jace was throbbing like crazy in Kayla. He just couldn't help it. It hadn't even been that long compared to some of the times he'd lasted, but with his favorite teacher mewling on his cock, his best friend's aunt rubbing her tits against him needily while kissing his neck, and his own aunt giving him such a sultry fucking look, Jace couldn't help it.

"Fuck... gonna cum..." Jace grunted.

"You gonna fill her up?" Sierra purred, nibbling at his earlobe, and Jace grunted, squeezing her fat ass hard. It got a moan of delight from the buxom ginger, and she nuzzled into his neck.

"P-pull out." Kayla panted, making Sierra pout.

"I will." Jace assured Kayla, giving her one last spank for good measure. It sent tremors through Kayla's body, and she clenched hard around his cock. Jace was already hanging on the precipice, and when his eyes traveled upwards from Kayla's still rippling ass, they met Daphne's eyes. Well, not really her eyes. His gaze went to her cleavage, and he went soaring over the precipice.

He pulled out in the nick of time, groaning as he shot cum across her bare back. Sierra held him in her arms as he shot his whole load onto Kayla, ropes of his cum splattering across her back and onto that great toned ass of hers.

"This is why you need to listen to us more." Daphne said sweetly, ruffling Kayla's already mussed hair affectionately. Jace could have sworn he saw his aunt's eyes go to his cock, now pulled free of Kayla, but he wasn't 100% sure.

"What do we think? Round two?" Sierra teased.

"I can definitely do another round." Jace said instantly, making Sierra grin.

"Sorry, stud, we need to get you out of here before your mama bear gets suspicious." Daphne said apologetically.

"Oh, come on. Surely Dani can understand needing a good cock!" Sierra whined.

"Hey, it's my head on the chopping block if she finds out about what just happened here." Daphne pointed at Sierra. "Now get Kayla into the shower so she can clean off her favorite student's extra credit."

A giggling Sierra saluted, grabbing Kayla's hand as the blonde stood up.

"I can shower myself." Kayla complained. She was still catching her breath, but she looked insanely good flushed and breathing hard, Jace thought to himself. Kayla reached out and gave Jace a quick kiss while Sierra was tugging on her hand, Kayla's perky teardrop breasts pressing into his chest.

"This boy better be getting an A+ in your class." Daphne called after her best friends as Sierra succeeded in drawing Kayla away from Jace.

Sierra's laughter followed the women out of sight into the showers, leaving Jace standing naked in front of his aunt. He glanced down a little awkwardly, noticing his cock was still glistening from Kayla's juices.

"Told you it'd be easy for you." Daphne said with a smirk. She held out a hand, and Jace saw his boxers were hooked on her extended finger. He took them, but didn't put them on just yet.

"So... I'm guessing you don't want me to tell Mom that you pimped me out." Jace grinned.

"Ugh, don't even think of doing that. I'll be flayed alive." Daphne groaned. She waved a hand dismissively at the thought, which set her big tits to jiggling, or as much as they could in the obviously heavy duty sports bra she wore. No normal one would work on a woman like her. With a slight widening of his eyes, he realized that there was a certain hardening happening between his legs, one that made him wince.

"Already?" Daphne raised her eyebrows. "Kayla and Sierra aren't even here."

"Yeah, just... thinking about them still." Jace cleared his throat as he started putting on his boxers. He felt the heat of Daphne's gaze on him as he dressed, and saw the little quirk of her lips when he pulled his boxers on, his fully erect cock sticking out the waistband, pinned to his stomach by the elastic.

"You have that problem a lot?" Daphne teased.

"Uh... yeah." Jace admitted. "Lot of gorgeous girls in this town."

"Indeed there are. Heard what you said to Sierra, by the way. Good for you." Daphne winked. Jace had to fight to keep a big grin from spreading across his face as he gave what he hoped passed for a humble shrug. From the wry look to his gorgeous aunt's face, it didn't look like she was very convinced.

"I wasn't kidding, by the way. You need to get out to Dani before she comes hunting for me." Daphne said, bending down to collect Jace's discarded shirt, which gave Jace an incredible view down her cleavage.

"Don't worry, I'll keep this quiet." Jace assured Daphne, who gave him a warm, fond smile.

"I know, sweetie, I wouldn't have asked you to do it if I was worried about that." Daphne said, kissing his cheek. "Now scram."

Jace chuckled, hoping Daphne hadn't noticed the mighty throb his cock had gave when her lips met his cheek. He took his shirt from her, pulled it on, and quickly collected his shorts. He pulled them on, and as he was heading for the door, he glanced back to say goodbye to his aunt. Daphne stood there, facing partly away from him, holding her sports bra in her hand.

Jace froze in place seeing his aunt's big tits even from a diagonal. It wasn't the first time, but fuck, they still looked just as incredible. She turned to see him looking and rolled her eyes.

"Hey, perv, I'm still your aunt. Just because they're big doesn't mean you get to stare." Daphne chided, but she winked at him as Jace's eyes flicked back down to her plump, very large tits. He gave a sheepish grin and turned away from them, a truly Herculean task.

"Bye, Aunt Daph!" he called over his shoulder, with a certain appendage still rock hard.

"Later, stud!" she called after him as he rounded the corner and left the changing room.

Jace gave a deep exhale and shook his head. One of these days, his luck was going to turn around and he'd probably end up homeless on the street somewhere. There was just no way someone could be this lucky in one lifetime.

———

Brooklyn Robinson fanned her face with one hand as she stood at the end of the hallway of locker rooms, waiting for her mother to come out of the yoga studio's main room. She was still a bit flushed and overwhelmed from the yoga session, namely who her partner had been. Jeremiah Holland had been nothing but a gentleman during their time partnered up, but she couldn't forget the feeling of his hands on her body. It probably didn't help how much he looked like just an older Jace, but he'd been so helpful in getting rid of Evan, which was also a plus. And unlike Evan, he hadn't put any pressure on her.

She in no way blamed Evan for her stupid decision, but he'd certainly been insistent in trying to get into her pants. She'd been the one to let him in, but ugh. She regretted it all the time, no matter how good it had felt. She wasn't supposed to be the type of girl who just had casual sex with people. She was a good girl! She'd always been the girl who wanted to be romanced, not the kind of girl who got fucked in the shower by her crush's neighbor.

Part of her kept thinking about how good the sex had felt, but the majority of Brooklyn maintained that it wasn't Evan who caused that, just sex in general. Brooklyn was not a hookup kind of girl, she was the kind of girl who married her high school sweetheart and lived a nice, happy life. Of course... well, the boy she'd once thought was going to be her high school sweetheart was already dating someone else. A teacher no less, even if that teacher was the neighbor he'd been crushing on for years. Her senior year was definitely not going the way she thought it would have.

When Abigail finally came out of the yoga studio, Brooklyn made a beeline for her mother, pushing aside the thoughts of Evan and Jeremiah and Jace. She could obsess over guys later, when her body wasn't quite so, er... stimulated. The yoga class had been a little arousing, she couldn't lie. She didn't know why she kept feeling these things about guys who weren't Jace, but... well, he was about as close to Jace as he could get without being Jace.

"Hey, Mom, do you think there's time for me to take a shower here?" Brooklyn asked hopefully. "I'm all sweaty from the yoga class."

"Really? I thought it was a pretty calm session." Abigail frowned, but it was plainly evident that Brooklyn was indeed sweaty, it glistened on her bronzed skin like morning dew.

"We're not all yoga pros." Brooklyn pointed out, and Abigail gave a nod of understanding.

"Fair enough. Sure, take a shower, that's not a problem. We can wait. I figure we're going to head right to dinner anyway, so yeah, probably best you're not all sweaty in the middle of the restaurant." Abigail teased her daughter, who flushed lightly.

"Yeah, I'm definitely gonna shower now. Good thing I packed spare clothes." Brooklyn said, hefting her gym bag.

"Perfect. I'll be out in the car then, come on out when you're done. I'll text your dad and tell him and Jayden to get moving." Abigail said, and she turned away, heading out to the main doors.

Brooklyn turned and made her way down the hallway, passing the doors that were marked occupied, but she heard someone call her name and interrupting her search for an empty shower room. She glanced reflexively over her shoulder, and groaned as she saw who was coming up to talk to her. A tall, black-haired linebacker, who was walking up with a hopeful smile.

"Hey, you. Taking a shower?" Evan asked, still a decent distance away, and Brooklyn gave a little shrug like she didn't hear him and ducked into the nearest door. She closed it behind her and let out a breath before marking it occupied and walking into the main locker room. The yoga studio was a repurposed office building, so rather than knock down a bunch of walls, they'd just setup a lot of miniature locker rooms where offices used to be. It was a pretty neat system, especially considering each private room had its' own shower.

However, when Brooklyn rounded the corner, she realized that this locker room was in fact already occupied. She froze in place upon seeing the occupant of this locker room, a very naked Jeremiah Holland who was standing there checking his phone. Very naked. Did she mention very naked?

Jeremiah's eyes widened upon seeing her, but her gaze was admittedly fixated between his legs rather than at his face. Her eyes had flown right to the thing that had been poking her back in that yoga studio, and oof. She could see why it had been poking her so much, it was huge! Well, Brooklyn didn't have a massive frame of reference, but it was bigger than Evan's at least.

Jeremiah's cock wasn't as thick as Evan's, but it was longer than his had been soft, and it was rapidly hardening. Uh oh.

Within seconds, his cock was long, curved, and rock hard, and Brooklyn's eyes kept glancing towards it as she tried to meet his eyes.

"Um... I'm so sorry for interrupting. I just- there- Evan was-"

"Hey, it's alright." Jeremiah said, setting his phone down and holding up his hands in a gesture that was clearly intended to be calming. Brooklyn's heart was racing a bit too fast to calm down from just a gesture, however.

"Is Evan bothering you that much?" Jeremiah scowled. "I'll sort him out for you, he shouldn't be bothering you that much."

Brooklyn swallowed hard, then shook her head. "Please don't. I'll be fine, I promise. He's not doing anything like that to me, he just keeps trying to talk to me and I'm perfectly happy ignoring him."

Jeremiah looked unconvinced, but he nodded slowly. He made no motion to cover up his erection, but Brooklyn also doubted that he'd have much luck doing it even if he tried. He was quite well-endowed, and it made her thoughts drift towards Jace, and if he was that well-endowed as well. Or if maybe he'd be that size one day if he wasn't already. Oh God, she needed to stop thinking about cocks. Why was she like this these days?

She used to be such a good, studious girl, but now she's been thinking about Evan's cock, and Jace's, and Jeremiah's. Even Jayden's cock filled her mind up a lot. Her little brother! What was she doing?

"Alright, well, if you'd like to stay here and wait him out, you're welcome to, I guess." Jeremiah said hesitantly. "I'm going to shower though."

"Oh." Brooklyn formed the word with her mouth rather than really saying it. "Um..."

"Something wrong?" Jeremiah asked, and she tried really hard not to look down at his cock jutting out proudly.

"No, no. Nothing's wrong." Brooklyn said, turning away from him. She felt his gaze on her a few times as she heard him moving around, but then the water started and she didn't feel it again. She sat down on the bench, still facing away, letting out a shaky breath.

This was all Dana's fault, Brooklyn resolved. It was Dana who kept getting Brooklyn into these crazy situations. Brooklyn would be perfectly happy sitting at home and not having any insane encounters, but Dana kept getting her into these messes somehow.

She wasn't entirely sure how Dana was to blame for all of these problems, but it sounded good in her head, blaming all of this on her crazy best friend. Dana really had done some wild things recently, things Brooklyn never would have expected of her best friend. Though... she didn't think Dana had ever seen Brooklyn's father naked.

The shower water kept running, and Brooklyn found her thoughts straying to the last time she'd showered with a guy, and what it had resulted in. Oh God, why was she even considering that right now? She should just go find a different locker room, no way Evan was still waiting out there for her. So why did part of her want to get in that shower so badly? She was an awful person. Bad enough she'd fucked Evan, but how could she ever look Jace or Dana in the eye knowing she'd showered with their dad? Even if nothing happened, it'd still be so awkward.

But... Jeremiah wasn't Evan. He wasn't going to come at her so strong like Evan had, she was confident of that. And despite her recent... lapses in judgement, Brooklyn could control herself. She wasn't some crazy slut like Daisy Holland was. She just needed to shower quickly, or her mom might come looking for her. She definitely didn't want that to happen.

As Brooklyn stood up, she decided this course of action made a lot of sense. She was just saving time, she told herself as she kicked off her shoes and started shimmying out of her black yoga shorts. They pooled at her feet, and she reached up to unhook her yellow sports bra, pulling it off. She pulled her panties down lastly, then lifted her feet up and pulled off the white socks she wore, wiggling her toes as they were freed from the tight socks.

She was just saving time, she assured herself as she turned around and made her way to the shower, one arm across her bust and her other hand covering her pussy. She turned awkwardly to the side to grasp the shower door with the hand of the arm across her bust, and Jeremiah turned in surprise at the sound of the door opening. He gawked at her standing there, naked but slightly covered up by her hands.

"Um." Brooklyn said intelligently, realizing at once that Jeremiah had his hand around his cock. Clearly she'd interrupted something she hadn't counted on. He quickly removed his hand, but his cock was still pulsing angrily.

"I'm in a hurry." Brooklyn managed, and Jeremiah blinked incredulously.

"Well, come on in." he said, gesturing with a motion that made his cock wobble. Blushing at her own madness, Brooklyn stepped into the shower as well. Did she have anything she could blame this on? No. She didn't. Evan had joined her in that shower last time, even though she chose it, he had initiated. Jeremiah had definitely not initiated, this was entirely Brooklyn.

God, he was going to think she was such a slut. She wasn't! She was just... no, she wasn't in that much of a hurry. She definitely did not intend to get fucked in this shower, she wasn't making that mistake again, but for some reason... she did want to be near Jeremiah.

The hot water was toasty on her skin, and as it got her hair wet, Brooklyn scooted a little deeper into the shower, moving partway out of the water so Jeremiah had access to it if he wanted. The shower was a little crowded, but not so much there wasn't space for them to move about. Brooklyn realized with a jolt she'd dropped her hands, and her nude form was fully on display. Jeremiah's eyes were definitely on her, too. It was unmistakable, but Brooklyn couldn't find it in her to be upset by that. She had come naked into this shower, it was hardly his fault she'd done this to him.

"Do you want the soap?" Jeremiah spoke up, holding up the bottle for her to see. She nodded wordlessly, suddenly overcome by what she'd done. She was bouncing back and forth between down for this and massively out of her depth, and her mind just seemed incapable of making up its' mind. He passed the soap over, and the now flustered Brooklyn turned around to apply the soap. Like that would do anything after he'd already gotten an eyeful of her fully naked body.

She poured out some soap onto her breasts, and she began to rub it in, lathering up her rather big tits. Jeremiah couldn't see this, thankfully, as she was facing away from him. She started spreading the soap along her body, rubbing it in on her arms and her chest and then onto her stomach and shoulders. The hot water fell on her back still, and her brown hair streamed in a chestnut waterfall down her back. She had quite long hair, and it went most of the way down her back, stopping around three quarters down, maybe. She tipped her head back to really get her hair rinsed, rather than just wettened by the splashes from the outside of the stream.

"Do you want me to do your back?" Jeremiah's voice came, freezing Brooklyn in place.

"Yes." she said quietly, and she couldn't look at him as she passed the bottle back over her shoulder. His fingers were warm against hers as he took it wordlessly.

"Scoot this way so you're out of the water." Jeremiah instructed, and Brooklyn obeyed, stepping sideways. He moved closer to have easy access to her back, and his hands found her shoulder blades. They were covered in soap already, and he moved his soapy hands around her back in something not too far from a massage, rubbing the soap in properly. He avoided her hair as best he could, but it was long and had a tendency to get in the way, she knew from experience. As he was giving her this massage, Brooklyn felt something poke into one of her buttcheeks, and it made her jump a little.

"Sorry, sorry." Jeremiah said with a small chuckle. "Turned a bit too close to you."

Brooklyn realized at once that the offender had been Jeremiah's cock. Poking her butt. She swallowed, and nodded her head slowly.

"It's OK. Bound to happen at least once, right?" Brooklyn asked weakly. Jeremiah made a noise of agreement, and continued his massage/lathering of her back. She felt soap from her back dripping down onto her ass, so there was really no need for him to lather that part of her. She should stop here, lest she really did turn into a slut like Daisy.

"Thank you." Brooklyn murmured as Jeremiah stepped back.

"No problem. Sorry again for the, ah, prodding." Jeremiah laughed, and Brooklyn found herself giggling too.

This was a wholly different shower experience from her one with Evan, and this one was a lot less high intensity for her. She felt a bubbling arousal inside her that probably shouldn't be there, logically speaking, but she wasn't out of control here. She was aroused, she was giggling, she was enjoying herself. What had happened with Evan was too much, a true lapse in judgement. This time, she didn't feel out of control. She was in control and having a good time.

As she rinsed off the soap from her body, she closed her eyes and let out a relieved breath. She wasn't a slut like Daisy, she could shower with Jeremiah and not go crazy in here. She was thinking of his cock a lot, true, and the feeling of his hands on her both here and back at the yoga class, but she could control herself. It was like something she'd had to prove to herself, and she had.

Brooklyn turned back around to face Jeremiah, and found he was already looking at her, his eyes traveling up and down her body. She bit her lip a bit in nerves, but she didn't turn around again. She continued rinsing off, her eyes alternating between holding Jeremiah's gaze, and flicking down to look at the beast between his legs.

Maybe someday she'd feel more ready to take on that beast, but for now... she was alright with this.