Morning Practice

For the first time, you feel actual anxiety as you hear the knock on the door. Caught in the middle of wiping the remaining cum onto Alicia's ass, you freeze in place with your dick in hand. What is only a few seconds feels like hours as you wait for what's to come.

"Alicia! Casey! Stretches and warm-ups out front in 5!" You recognize the voice - it's the blonde coach from earlier, Katie. Your body finally relaxes, allowing you to breathe once again as you hear her footsteps recede into the distance. Not wanting to tempt fate a second time, you grab your pants and slip them on quickly. You take one last look at Alicia - still face-down-ass-up on the floor - before bounding out the back door of the cabin.

You creep around the side of the domicile and hide behind a large hedge that bridges the gap between it and the adjacent cabin. There you can see as a small group of six girls - most of them in athletic wear - who slowly congregate in the area near the vacant flagpole in front of the mess hall. It's a diverse group - in both race and body type - which makes it hard for you to pick a favorite. Well hidden behind the bushes, you're not worried about being discovered and are close enough to eavesdrop on their conversations - which is welcomed intel for planning your next move.

"Who's missing?" a busty blonde asks. "Where are Alicia and Casey?" She's wearing a threadbare shirt and shorts that ride up to let her ass peek through.

"Probably scissoring each other in the woods," a cute, slim Asian girl replies. She - and the other girls in the circle - are all wearing sports bras and shorts, seemingly more ready for a workout than their blonde teammate, but only showing slightly less ass.

"Nina!" the blonde replies in a chastising tone. "We shouldn't talk about stuff like that!"

"Whatever, Charlotte," Nina replies with a dismissing wave. "We all know its true. They're off somewhere chowing on each other's bush, that's not news. The better question is why you're still wearing your pajamas..."

"I didn't bring any workout clothes," Charlotte responds, sheepishly covering her tits with crossed arms. "I thought we were just coming for the lake! All I have is swimsuits and..."

"Dumb blonde moment..." Nina interjects.

"I am not dumb!" Charlotte responds, stomping her foot.

"It's fine," Nina replies, clearly the catty bitch of the group. "With tits like that, you don't have to be smart!"

As Charlotte opens her mouth to respond, she's interrupted by the return of coach Kate, who has apparently been inside the cabin you were hiding next to. "Nina, that's enough!" she shouts as the girls all fall silent. Despite her poor planning skills, she did still seem to command some respect as their coach.

"Everybody, get lined up and we'll do some stretches," she continues, standing tall. In all your exploring, you had almost forgotten how stacked she was - her tits straining the fabric of her white polo shirt and thick thighs on display in her red athletic shorts.

"Where's coach Amy?" a tall redhead asks, an answer you're also intrigued to hear. Does she know what became of her partner after she left?

"She's, um, setting up breakfast."

Wrong.

"What about Casey and Alicia?"

"Probably still sleeping. Don't worry about them, I'll deal with them later."

Also wrong.

"Just get started on our usual warm...up...Charlotte, what are you wearing?" The group laughs as Charlotte blushes and stomps her foot petulantly in embarassement. "I didn't bring workout stuff!" she whines.

"Why don't you borrow someone else's?" Kate asks, a valid question.

"None of their stuff fits me," Charlotte offers with a pout. "My boobs are too big,"

Kate sighs with her head in her hands. This little weekend of hers was already falling apart - and she didn't even know the worst of it yet: you. "Just...just go in my cabin and get something from my bag," she says, waving Charlotte towards her cabin.

"OK, fine," Charlotte says, bouncing over in that direction. With one of them peeling away from the group, you know you can't waste this chance. It won't be much longer before they figure out that you're here, and all this becomes that much harder. Quickly bounding back the way you came, you make a right, and push through the open back door into Kate's cabin. You slide into the bathroom, keeping the light off as you wait for Charlotte to enter.

She enters the front door just a few seconds after you slide into your hiding spot. You watch her shuffle in and begin to rummage through the nearest duffel bag for an outfit change. Her huge tits hang and swing beneath her in the barely-there top. It almost feels like they're beckoning you forward with their hypnotic sway.

She stands up straight and removes her shirt to change into one of the coach's sports bras. "K-Cup? Jesus, coach," she mutters. Even with her back to you, Charlotte's heavy tits are easily visible, drawing you out of the bathroom, admiring her wiggling ass for a second before clearing your throat.

"EEP!" Charlotte squeakily exclaims, turning around and trying to cover her tits with one arm. "Oh my god! Who are you? Where did you come from?" The questions are almost one word she's talking so fast.

"Bus driver," you reply flatly, keeping it simple to try and con a reportedly ditzy blonde. Your eyes are locked onto her exposed chest, making no effort to look her in the eye. "Was waiting for the coach, said she was getting my payment."

"Oh, oh," Charlotte says with a nod, still shaken, but placated. "I'll, um, I'll go get her."

You cross the room with a single step and grab her arm as she moves to walk away. "No, no, no. Don't get her. She got me what I need," you say, not needing anyone to know you were lurking in here. "Sent me a nice little treat," you say, still leering at her tits as you pull her closer. Your grip isn't overly tight, but it is forceful as Charlotte looks up at you with wide and nervous eyes, body pressed against yours.

"What? Me?" she replies, a little slow on the uptake. "I don't think that's what she..."

"No," you say, cutting her off again as you realize the easiest way to disorient her is with an abundance of information. "I drove y'all down, went to town for the night, came back for my money, we talked for a while, Coach Kay, Kate, whathaveyou, went out there, said she was going to get my pay, and then sends a busty little blonde in here without a top on."

"Oh, no, I was just in here to get a..whoa!" Charlotte can't finish her thought as you direct her backwards, pushing her down onto the nearby bed, lying on her back as her DDD cup tits jiggle on her small frame. Too confused to react, she just lets you direct the proceedings as you pull her back towards the edge, so that she is kneeling on the floor with her back against the mattress.

"I could use the money, but this is good too," you say, standing over top over with one leg on either side of her torso pinning her arms to her sides. You reach down and grab a sizeable tit in each hand, slapping and bouncing them against each other as your cock bulges through your pants. You pull your waistband down just far enough for your cock to flop free, grabbing the base and slapping down onto Charlotte's tits with a THWACK!

"Oh my god," she breathes seemingly awestruck, a common reaction at this point. "It's...I...oh my god..."

You continue to smack her tits with your dick, watching them shake with a smirk. "These things are just begging to be fucked."

"Huh?" Charlotte mumbles, still staring at your dick almost cross-eyed. Her mouth hanging open is enough of an invitation as you proceed to push your dick inside with no resistance. A muffled "EEP!" escapes her while you loudly groan. "Therrrrre it is! Get me nice and lubed up..."

Her head pinned between your body and the bed, Charlotte has little recourse BUT to suck on your intruding member. Without the need to use your hands to hold her in place, you let your hips do the pumping. You reach down to grope and squeeze at Charlotte's massive rack while you push your cock into her warm orifice. This continues for a minute or so until you determine that your cock is sufficiently slicked. Pulling from her lips and leaving a trail of dripping saliva behind, you push her tits together tightly and slide your dick between.

"Oooh, fuck! This feels amazing!" you grunt as your dick enters the pillowy softness between Charlotte's tits. Overloaded with stimuli after having her mouth - and now tits - roughly fucked, Charlotte can only sit back as you grunt and pump her chest. You spit down into the cavernous cleavage at alternate points to increase the slickness. Wet SHLICK SHLICK SHLICK noises begin to fill the small cabin and slowly becoming more and more staccato as your thrusting becomes frenzied. "God damn, these are the best tits I've seen all day!" you groan, hoping Charlotte didn't hear you. If she did, she ignores it as her head is bent down to watch your dick as it crests the top of her cleavage. Your leaking tip collides with her lips, smearing them with sticky pre-cum on each powerful thurst.

As you feel your orgasm approach, you release her tits and grab the back of her head pulling it forward. Your hips thrust upward and you spear her lips, aggressively pushing your cock back into her mouth. Your pumping remains just as aggressive, fucking her face hard and luxuriating in the sound of her lurid gags. "GLUCK GUCK GLUMPH GLUCK!" Tits bouncing against her chest, you reach down to grope them while your cock slams in and out of the slow-witted dancers tight lips. "Fuck yes, another one! I'm gonna fuck every one of you dancing sluts!" you cry out. You don't notice as Charlotte's eyes go wide, definitely having heard you this time. The stun of the revelation is short lived as her attention shifts to the salty taste currently coating her tongue. Having never swallowed before, she slaps at your legs trying to get you to pull up and maybe give her a facial.

Those muffled protests go unheard as you continue relentlessly pounding her throat. "Fuck yes, take it, take it, it's all mine, yeahhhhhhhhhh!" With one last exaggerated groan, your push deep, past the barrier to Charlotte's throat and into her tight gullet. "GURK!" comes a noise from her throat as you unleash your umpteenth load of the day into your big-titted "paycheck".

"Fuck keep sucking, keep sucking!" You yell out as your orgasm winds down, forgetting for a moment that there is a small group gathered outside. "Charlotte, what's going on in there?" you hear someone call. You quickly push Charlotte's face from your crotch as your cock exits her throat with a wet SHLUCK. Coughing and gagging, but still upright - the first to keep it together after swallowing your load - you quickly bound for the back door once again as you pull up your pants, hearing the front door open as you exit.

"Charlotte, oh my god what happened?!"