Not Slippery, Yet Wet

Sean paced around at the end of the long hallway. Acting as if he admired the view outside through the windows to his right, he kept on glancing toward his left. Eventually, anyone wandering by, especially a teacher or staff member, might ask what he was doing outside the girls’ locker room. The best lie he could come up with in his mind was that he waited for Whitney for some vague reason.

Finally, the door opened to reveal a surprising face. Not expecting this person to be in town, Sean blinked in confusion while the young woman waited for him to perform the expected move. Finally, after ten long seconds, she grew impatient, waving him inside.

“Hurry up,” the brunette hissed. “Somebody might come along.”

Shaken out of his lust-filled stupor, the injured teen entered the L-shaped hallway. Straight ahead lay the danger zone through a door to the female gym teachers' offices. If one turned the corner before reaching that door, the shorter section of the L-shaped hallway would lead a person directly into the gym. Instead, Whitney's last-minute helper turned left and went through a door in the hallway.

Entering the girls' locker room, Sean heard murmurs, which widened his eyes. Did Whitney ask more than one girl? No, probably not. She wanted me to save myself mostly for her post-game. Shit! What if those other girls see us?

Following gingerly as he could on his walking boot, Sean watched as the young woman with long, golden brown hair peeked at times around lockers. Fortunately, their school had rows of lockers and benches that often broke up the aisles, providing more privacy. While he followed, Sean’s gaze often found itself locked on the woman’s toned ass. A pattern that twice caused her to turn back to snap her fingers at him to follow.

Eventually, they made it past the lockers and over toward the section that held private and group showers. Now, comfortable, Sean took a moment to admire the jeans that tight ass filled, and the sweater that hid medium-sized breasts that he knew from a previous tension-relieving appointment. Sensing eyes on him, the horny teen looked up to meet a pair of hazel ones.

“Boy, you are in a mood, aren’t you?” Yanet Fuentes noted. “Cheerleaders or teachers?”

“A bit older,” Sean admitted to the nineteen-year-old Zurbrugg College freshman. “What are you doing home?”

“Mom's birthday is tomorrow. Didn’t your twenty-third girlfriend mention that?” Yanet asked, referring to her younger sister.

“I don’t think YoYo has the attention span to remember or tell me,” Sean admitted about the hyper Babybee.

“Too busy groping that big cock, huh?” the former cheerleader teased, winking. Then, glancing around, she added, “We’d better get moving.”

“Uh, okay, where do you—Oh,” Sean responded, as the limber coed spun around to open the curtain to a private shower. “In there?”

“Only a blowjob. Whitney insisted,” Yanet relayed, helping the injured teen inside. “I checked the upper gym, since it’s still covered with mats for wrestling, but someone locked the door. Not to mention that Miss Bossy Captain didn’t want a location where I could drain Dr. Sean too much.”

Rolling his eyes, Sean hated that the nickname had spread to recent graduates. At this rate, Lana and her housemates would eventually tease him about Dr. Sean. Yet, his curiosity shifted, wondering what Yanet turned around to do. Then, it hit him as the brunette pulled off her sweater to hang it on the shower hook next to the curtain on the inside. Usually not used, since there was another hook outside for towels or robes, Sean felt mystified by the whole setup. The guys’ locker room didn’t have private showers.

“I don’t want Dr. Sean to mess up my top when it’s injection time,” Yanet teased, glancing down at the lacy canary yellow bra. “I probably shouldn’t risk taking that off, too. Besides, you don’t need to imagine what my tits look like; you’ve been to that playground.

“I still wouldn’t mind,” Sean said, shrugging.

“Ooh, my sister is lucky that your mom put her off-limits. The two of you would be a new Bonnie and Clyde,” Yanet speculated before moving in close. “Can’t blow a guy without a kiss first.”

“I guess—” Sean began to reply until her lips met his in a soft, yet firm kiss.

Horny for hours, the teen immediately lost himself in the moment, pressing his body off the shower wall to wrap his arms around Yanet tightly. Although he hadn’t initiated the kiss, Sean kept it going, delivering his own kisses once, twice, thrice, and four times until he moved in to part the coed’s lips. Feeling Sean’s tongue slide into her mouth, Yanet responded with her own invasion.

With tongues dancing, they made out in a hot, passion-filled kiss. A minute passed, then two, and finally three, with each second growing more intense until Sean reached up to grab her perky, bra-encased breast. Yanet responded to the pleasure by moaning into his mouth, while kissing him harder. As their lips smacked and tongues dueled in a lustful dance, the slightly older teen snapped back to reality.

“Whoops!” Yanet giggled before covering her mouth to stay quiet. “Captain Queen Boss ordered a surgical strike, not a carpet bombing.”

“Is your whole family a bunch of smart asses?” Sean inquired, grinning.

“Hasn’t Yo introduced you to your future mother-in-law yet?”

However, Yanet didn’t want a response, which she made clear by placing her index finger on his lips to shush him. Stepping back to stand in front of the injured teen, the sexy coed sank to her knees. Trailing her finger from his lips, she moved down his neck, his chest, and eventually his groin before she tapped the tent in his pants.

“I swear this big tent might be the first thing I can remember YoYo not exaggerating about,” the older sister said, peering up at Sean with a wide smile. “You know, she’s not Kizzy. Yo is going to be super-pissed whenever she learns about our Sunday romp.”

“I know. I’m already watching my back,” Sean groaned as her fingers ran along his pants-covered cock.

“You'd best watch your front. My sister is competitive and will demand equality.”

Staring into his eyes, Yanet effortlessly undid Sean's belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Considering whether or not to pull them down to his ankles, the coed glanced at the walking boot and decided against it. She didn't want him to trip and lose his balance, so she only pulled the pants down to his mid-thigh. Next came his underwear, which sprang Dr. Sean out to meet his patient with such **** that it whacked back against his body.

“Yeah, I didn’t imagine it,” Yanet gushed, breathing heavily as she admired the cock that stood proudly before her face. “Long, hard, big, and tasty. You should be proud of this dick; bragging about it.”

“So I’ve been told,” Sean replied, recalling his mother’s praise.

Biting her bottom lip again with anticipation and excitement, Yanet paused as a thought entered her mind.

“When do you get your cast off?”

“Around two weeks. Why?”

“I’ve ridden this pole, but I’m going to need it to pound me soon. There is no way I’m not getting the full Dr. Dick treatment once you can actually move around with leverage,” Yanet declared, wishing she had a cock-with-benefits on campus like this one. “For now, I’m going to slobber the fuck out of it, to help you, poor boy.”

“Sounds good to me,” Sean replied, brushing the back of his hand across her cheek. “Too bad we can’t do more.”

“Shit, you’d make scream again with this monster,” Yanet reminded. “Forget people in the locker room, the crowd and teams out in the gym for warm-ups will hear.”

“That would be a scandal,” Sean pointed out, grinning mischievously. That he even considered risking the school and Whitney’s wrath showed his high level of horniness. “But, I’ll make you gag instead.”

“Do your best,” Yanet winked playfully. Then, she tightened her grip around his dick to cause Sean to groan. Knowing he’d easily fill her mouth, she added, “Are you really going to face fuck Yolanda’s big sis? What would she think? What would Peyton think?”

That Sean’s shaft twitched at both names led Yanet’s eyebrows to raise in amusement. It also almost allowed the teen to shove his dick into her mouth forcefully. Instead, her fingers grasped his cock tightly enough to hinder the effort.

“Look at that. Somebody has a kinky side when turned on,” the coed teased, lifting his cock up at a slight angle. “Damn shame that I only have a kid sister, and your mom won’t allow her to join in. Also, our mom is happily married. Fuck, you’re totally shit out of luck, as Whitney is an only child. Well, the best I can do in the near future for you is to bring Mira or Jessy in for a threesome. But, even that might be a challenge, seeing as I’ve never done one yet.”

The images Yanet's suggestions conjured in his mind had Sean moaning. Not just Mira Lucci and Jessy Falk, but also a future where both Fuentes sisters were naked in his bed. Anything might be attainable, considering that Jessy, Daisy Kirby's cousin, had already visited his bed before returning to college. Those fantasy visions weren't helped by her hand slowly rising up before easing back down on his shaft.

“Maybe I’ll make you scream in ecstasy,” Yanet suggested.

Sean couldn’t argue as her finger rose and fell on his Tarver Tower. Reaching the tip, she’d rub and twirl her fingers around it before gripping tightly again, before her hand sank back down. Then, with lust burning through her body, Yanet leaned forward to leave her mouth less than an inch from his cock.

"I'm going to suck your dick now until you cum down my throat," the brunette announced. Before Sean could reply, she leaned forward the rest of the way to capture the first inch of his cock between her soft lips. Then, looking up at him through her eyelashes, she parted her lips more to slowly sink her mouth further down the solid shaft.

Inch by inch sank into Yanet’s eager mouth as she lowered her face down on his dick until she stopped to gather herself. Sean smiled down lustfully at her obscenely stretched mouth. Not the wildest or most experienced woman he’d had sex with so far, the college freshman had a spunky attitude. Despite her clear struggle, Yanet wasn’t ready to give up yet.

With her eyes filling with tears from the strain, Yanet looked up at Sean to smile around the mouthful of cock after noticing the pure look of pleasure on his face. Moments later, the teen felt the coed resume her stroking with her right hand while she raised her mouth. As she gained more room again, Yanet ran her tongue along the shaft.

"Mmmmph!" the helpful brunette moaned lewdly. The voice motions caused her throat to rumble against his cock before it slid out of her mouth with a pop.

“Gawd, you’re so hot,” Sean praised, actually patting the top of his old classmate’s head.

“This is definitely an unexpected pleasure for a trip home, but don’t tell Whit that I said so,” Yanet directed, winking.

“You kicked and screamed until you finally took pity on me,” Sean said, concocting a story for his sex-life manager.

“Good boy,” Yanet replied, pecking her tongue against his rubbery tip as a further thank you. Next, she curved her lips over the thick head before moaning, “Mmmmmm,” again over the giant head. This time, the ex-cheerleader let her tongue run rampant around the thick mushroom, slashing and flicking all around as she moaned and sucked hard on the head.

Only after YoYo’s older sister had sucked on his tip for a few minutes did she lower her mouth. She did so slowly at first, allowing her tongue to race around every inch of his shaft. As she did that, her fist joined to pump up and down the remaining length. Sean moaned as she sucked and licked furiously, raising and lowering her mouth several times on the shaft.

Engulfing his manhood more, Yanet seemed to fuck her mouth up and down while licking and sucking wildly. The repetitive swallowing and releasing of his shaft left a massive amount of saliva along Sean’s member, coating it wetly. For a couple of minutes, soft moans and groans escaped the shower.

Having slathered Sean's cock up nice and slick with her saliva, Yanet pulled her mouth off again, only this time her right hand furiously began jacking up and down the wet shaft hard and fast until her hand was almost a blur.

“Delicious," the elder Fuentes sister proclaimed, running her lips over the mushroom head yet again.

“You’re the incredible one,” Sean replied, running his hand through her long, golden brown hair. “I still can’t believe I had sex with you.”

"Oooh, did somebody want to fuck me before this winter?” the former cheerleader teased, having learned this a few weeks ago. “Maybe in Mr. Wilson’s math class last year? He could barely see and hear before retiring.”

"Ugh, yeah, I really wanted to be bend you over the table in Home Ec two years ago. That shaking ass drove all of us wild,” Sean re-admitted.

“Explains why you slapped so hard when I rode you,” Yanet reminded, smirking. “I doubt Mrs. Klunkhemmer would’ve allowed us to fuck, but we could’ve slipped next door to the teachers’ lounge.”

“Yeah, right,” Sean said, groaning as her tongue and hand worked jointly.

“Shit, if I'd known about Dr. Sean, I would’ve dropped to my knees for a lowly sophomore. Scandal be damned,” the brunette purred playfully, licking all the way down and up his long, hard length.

“Too many what ifs, but if I had known it was that easy, then I would’ve whipped my dick out during cheer practice at the start of high school,” Sean joked, wondering how Priscilla and Kelly, the two previous cheer captains, would’ve reacted.

"Do you like the way I look tonight?" Yanet asked, slipping his cock from her mouth. “Or do you desire what I wore last time?”

“I prefer you buck naked,” Sean shot back, grinning playfully before he reared his hips to shove a sizeable amount of his cock into the sassy coed’s mouth.

Moaning at the sudden intrusion, the brunette took the cock in like an expert. Bobbing her head back and forth, the athletic teen helped herself to more of Sean’s shaft. Groans, moans, and lip smacking echoed around the greater shower room. If anyone had entered, lewd sounds and wet slurping noises would’ve met their ears. Pulling open the curtain, they would’ve seen an alumnus on her knees with only a lacy bra and jeans on while she serviced the school’s current hero.

The feeling of the Good Samaritan’s jaw widening to envelope his cock into her tight, hot, and wet mouth made Sean groan even more loudly. The pleasure caused him to lean his head back against the shower stall. Despite figuring that this might be rude, and he should be watching Yanet swallow his shaft, Sean faded away to the pleasure.

---

Sunday, January 13th

“Ooohhhh!” Sean moaned moments before his eyes snapped open.

Groggy from being half-asleep, the injured teen wondered for a second if his painkillers had given him another weird dream. Staring at the ceiling, he felt an odd feeling. Blinking the gunk out of his eyes, Sean rolled his head to the side, recalling that he’d been sleeping in the master bedroom on the first floor because of his foot. Then, he heard it.

“Mmmmm,” a moan sounded from down where pleasure emitted from his groin.

Feeling like an idiot, Sean finally realized that he’d been woken up because of a blowjob. For a split second, he briefly wondered the identity of the cocksucker. Definitely Mom, since I’m in—No, wait, Whitney slept over last night. Also, Mom gives much better blowjobs…which is still so fucking weird to think.

Lifting his groggy head, Sean's hazy mind recognized Whitney's outfit: the gold cheer uniform with black trim. It must be gameday, the blond teen thought, dropping his head back on the pillow.

Suddenly, it rose again with a start.

It’s Sunday today, right? And that’s not a blonde-haired head bobbing up and down on my dick. Who the fuck?

Taking in the brown hair, tight ass sticking up in the air, skin tone, and overall figure, Sean’s eyes immediately widened.

“Yolanda, it’s forbidden for you to do this! I’m going to be in so much trouble, and I’m taking you with…me,” Sean trailed off as the mouth popped off his manhood.

“Close but no cigar,” a familiar face responded playfully.

“Yanet? What…Why?” Sean asked before sounding like an idiot.

Of course, he should know how and why she appeared in this bedroom. As a former cheerleader who graduated last year, Yanet Fuentes had been on the squad with Whitney. His blonde overlord had already dispatched Jessy Falk, a cheerleader who graduated two years ago, to relieve his urges as part of the so-called Dr. Sean Project.

I totally need to get rid of that name. At least the project part, Sean told himself.

“Damn, Sean, you really must have been keeping this big dick on the down low,” Yanet declared, looking down to admire his member. “If not, was Lana your first? ‘Cause I don’t care how scary Peyton can be, that slut would want a piece of this cock.”

The utter confusion on the teen’s face led the brunette to assume something vastly different.

“Whoa! Did Whitney take your virginity?”

“What? No!” Sean exclaimed, not wanting to look like a loser who just had sex last month. No, he had sex for the first time several months ago. “Beyza and I did it together.”

“Ah, right. I remember hearing that you two were dating,” Yanet recalled before glancing down at the dick she held. “Damn, Whit said to drain you first, but I kinda really want to take this out for a quick test drive. What do you say?”

“Uh, whatever you want. Um, what’s the deal with the uniform? Your idea or Whitney’s?” Sean inquired, thinking it strange that she was wearing the cheerleader outfit.

“All mine. I thought you might get a kick out of it,” the former member said, sliding up to straddle his waist. Flipping the skirt up for a second, she revealed her lack of panties. “I almost freaked when I saw your mom, as she looked at me like she knew I didn’t have any on. But, wow, she’s cool as hell about this. Kinda odd, but whatever.”

“Yeah, it’s very odd,” Sean admitted, watching the newcomer to the bedroom start to lower herself.

“Oh, shit!” Yanet moaned as the cockhead pushed past her lower lips. Taking a second to adjust, she wagged a finger at Sean. “Be careful with the uni. I don’t know if I can send it to the dry cleaners before she notices it’s missing.”

“Wait, what–Ugh!” Sean groaned, gritting his teeth. Jessy had been tight, but Yanet had to be almost as tight as Beyza had been that first time. The pleasure raging through his body immediately put him on edge about an early ejaculation.

“YoYo!” Yanet hissed her younger sister’s name. “I…oh…borrowed her…whoa…uniform.”

“You…ugh…did what?” Sean questioned, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. While the older sister had golden-brown hair and hazel eyes, compared to her sibling’s light-brown locks and dark-brown eyes, their body types weren’t that dissimilar despite the three-year age gap.

“Figured you’d prefer it this way,” Yanet stated, taking a moment to rest a couple of inches down on his shaft. Chuckling, the former cheerleader added, “Don’t think I didn’t notice you checking me out in our classes, buster.”

“Who me?” Sean denied terribly.

“I busted you a few times, buddy!” Yanet reminded, not that she minded. Instead, she swiftly grabbed his hands and brought them around to her bare cheeks. “I know you loved to stare at my ass.”

The brunette immediately started to bounce up and down on his cock in no time. Despite needing to adjust to his girth and length, she didn’t appear to miss a beat, while moaning and groaning loudly. Glancing behind him, Sean wasn’t surprised to see the door wide open. Whitney would definitely keep an ear out on the situation from the kitchen or family room. His mom might as well, if she’d dropped off Watson next door. If not, she might have taken him somewhere else.

“Hey! Am I not enough for you?” Yanet challenged, turning his cheek to face her. Thankfully, Sean could tell that she meant it playfully. Then, raising her voice, she added, “Don’t worry about Miss Bossy out there. She’s not in charge in here. I am.”

The elder Fuentes sister chose to ignore the loud fake laugh that filtered down the hallway for now. Instead, she rose enough to slam herself down on his shaft with a loud grunt. She groaned at the pleasure of being filled and the slight pain of being stretched by Sean’s thick cock. Throwing her head back, she moved his hand to hold her ass before ramping up her riding to madwoman levels.

Sean responded in kind, slapping that tight ass that he’d always drooled over. Yanet had to be in the Top Five tightest asses around his age group, maybe Top Three if Sean lied to himself about Peyton’s incredible tush. The slaps definitely turned the brunette on, leading her to bounce up and down repeatedly without a break. The only thing keeping his eruption at bay was Whitney’s stellar work in bed last night.

"Oh, fuck, your dick is so fucking big!" Yanet screamed, shooting a wink that explained the sudden increase in volume. "It's like having a baseball bat shoved inside me! No wonder you made Diamond your bitch!"

A grumble from somewhere in the home could be heard.

"You do like my cheer uniform? Got a cheerleader fetish?" the former pom-pom waver challenged playfully. “Planning to knock a few more ex-cheer sluts down?”

“You know he is!” Whitney yelled from not too far away, causing Sean to laugh along with Yanet.

“That’s it, Fuentes. Ride my dicker better than Whitney ever has!” Sean bellowed, knowing the current blonde captain would make him pay later. Although not as experienced as the girl that he rescued, Yanet never faltered when rising up to barely keep his cockhead inside her before dropping back down.

Suddenly, a loud bang filled Sean’s mind.

“How the fuck did you hurt yourself this time?!” Whitney screeched, altering history.

---

Snapping out of his daydream/memory, Sean’s head swung over in the direction of the curtain to his left side. More voices could be heard indistinctly as a group entered the girls’ locker room. Looking down, he met Yanet’s eyes. With a mouthful of cock still inside her, the coed shrugged before resuming her sucking.

“I mean, seriously, I will not be responsible on the day that you finally kill yourself,” Whitney vowed. “Not one bit.”

“Lay off the melodramatic rant, why don’t you?”

"Whitney, Tuesday, that's enough!" a voice of authority declared, revealing that Topaz Brass, the longtime cheer coach, had entered the area. That caught Yanet's attention, who slowed down but didn't stop her efforts. "Harley, Yolanda, help her over to the bench."

“But she’s not going to be able to perform tomorrow,” Whitney continued.

“That is not your problem,” Topaz replied. “Beatrice is their captain, not you. I’m tired of reminding you of that.”

Whitney grumbled something that the two shower occupants couldn’t hear, but Sean imagined it had to be along the lines of her overseeing every cheerleader. Instead, they heard Ms. Brass inquire about what had happened.

“Kizzy went psycho again,” Mercedes began.

“I did not!”

“You’re the one who always goes psycho, bitch,” YoYo countered.

“Oh, gawd, please! Stop the fighting for a minute,” Topaz roared. “Uma, what happened?”

As the softest spoken Babybee recounted the incident, Sean and Yanet couldn’t even hear a murmur. However, they’d hear plenty in seconds.

“Ohmigawd! Fern died!” Yumi yelled, rushing into the locker room. Sean could tell that the sweetest cheerleader had already started to sob.

“As if we’d be so lucky–oww! The hell, shortstuff?” Kaitlin squealed.

“Fern is not dead. You can see that for yourself, Yums,” Lacey pointed before adding, “And she is not a zombie, Cady! I swear, if you ever tell her that again, I’ll…”

“Girls, please!” Topaz shouted to break up the increasing din. “Fern merely slipped on the bleachers while helping save seats for the JV squad. Her ankle is–”

“Fine! My ankle isn’t that bad. It’s my wrist. See?” the injury-prone Babybee revealed.

“Ahh!” YoYo and Kizzy screamed.

“What color is that?” Saylor queried.

“It’s normal, I think,” Roxanne replied.

“She’s been infected by a zombie!”

“No, she has not, Yumi!” the varsity cheer coach denied before issuing orders. “Tuesday, get your girls in line. Same thing for you, Whitney. Roxie, go get Fern some ice for her wrist.”

At this point, Yanet had entirely dropped Sean’s dick from her mouth as she giggled at the scene playing out nearby. Honestly, the injured teen had already grown so used to cheerleader antics and bickering that this felt normal. Still, tonight reminded him of all the things that Peyton used to complain about when Lana, Poppy, and Stephanie were on the squad.

“You get in there!” Whitney hissed, coming closer to the two hidden people.

“Oww, that hurt!”

“I’ll hurt you more if you can’t do your job,” the varsity captain threatened.

“You'd better make it quick. Lace, just glanced over this way,” Katie warned.

“I realize that you're incompetent, Greta, but Fern is your cheersister. She’s your responsibility. You need to step up,” Caterina stated.

“They were over by the bleachers!” a whiny voice replied.

“A good cheersister always knows where–”

“As if you know anything,” another voice said, joining the group just in the doorway of the shower room.

“Mind your business, Margo,” Whitney snapped.

“I will not. As next year’s cheer captain, I will be–”

“Did you just backtalk me, Lintz?” Whitney roared.

“Stop it, all of you,” Lacey ordered, her voice not as cheerful as usual. “Has anyone seen Dreama? Recall when you last saw her? Great. No, none of us know, Ms. Brass!”

“Not this again!” the frustrated coach moaned. “Zara, can you–”

“Already on it, Coach!” Dreama’s little cheersister responded. “I already asked Zoey, Robin, and Norah to keep an eye out for her.”

“Thank you, dear. I’m sorry that your roles are often reversed,” the tired teacher apologized.

Sean and Yanet could hear whispering nearby, which made him somewhat uncomfortable. He’d hate to see Lacey’s disappointed expression or shatter Yumi’s innocence if they were discovered in the shower. The former cheerleader wasn’t as worried, as she’d started to help reharden his dick again with slow, lazy strokes.

“Report,” Whitney ordered.

“I don’t know what happened. One second she was fine, the next on the lower level, crying,” YoYo recounted.

“You know how Fern is,” Kizzy added.

“Not about that!” Cat snapped.

“About the special operation for tonight, brat,” Katie reminded her sister.

“Oh, that!” Kizzy said, clearly slapping her forehead at remembering.

“Don’t worry. We got Lacey’s back,” the younger Fuentes sister insisted. The shift in topics led Sean to assume that Lacey, Margo, and Greta had left the shower area.

“And?” Whitney prodded.

“The three you were concerned about are in attendance,” Saylor chimed in.

“Astoria Carlise, Kacie Rand, and Monique Roquet, correct?” Whitney checked.

“You know, my sister told me that the Rand girl has a super hot brother who’s also a freshman up at Zurbrugg. Guy is supposed to be a major douchebag. So a fuck is a toss-up,” YoYo reported, causing Yanet to shrug, but shake her head at Sean’s wordless question.

“I don’t care about who your horny sister is debating fucking,” Whitney shot back. “I want to know what you three are going to do about his sidekick sister.”

“You know, she definitely violated Sir Sean on New Year’s Eve,” Kizzy reminded, her voice dripping with venom. “That Carlise whore wasn’t the only one.”

“Maybe we should ask the Sugarbees for help. These are Guzzle Crossing dancers,” Saylor suggested. “I heard that Monique is a bigger slut than Yelena and Cat combined.”

“Hey! Don’t compare me to that–”

“Everyone compares you with Yelena. Deal with it,” Whitney pointed out, cutting off her co-captain.

As the three varsity cheerleaders demanded answers from the trio of Babybees, they lowered their voices conspiratorially. Not that Sean paid attention any longer. Being this close to being caught had apparently revived Yanet’s motor. With his rod back at full strength, the older Fuentes sister picked up the pace.

Yanet moved her mouth and face more quickly and harder. Soon, her efforts turned into a blur, as she worked at almost a savage pace to ram that big cock inside, seemingly stuffing her throat in the process. Usually worried about being caught anytime he fooled around—a fair fear when one of your lovers is your mother—Sean lost all awareness of his surroundings, as Yanet filled and stretched her lips to bulge her throat with each pounding slam.

His former classmate and current coed couldn't seem to get enough of his dick. Her relentlessness meant that Sean wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. Eruption grew close; he could feel the familiar tingling through his cock and every inch of his body.

Grabbing the sides of her head, Sean held Yanet’s face still and quickly began jerking his hips back and forth. Almost turning feral, the horny teen rammed his cock into her mouth and all the way to the back of her throat.

The slick slurping noises echoed from the shower stall, filling the room. If anyone still stood close by, they wouldn't miss the lewd sounds. Not that either participant cared at the moment. Yanet looked stunning, sexy, and gorgeous with a blissful expression as Sean fucked her face like a madman.

With her lips stretched as wide as possible, Yanet met the base of his cock at the end of each thrust. Attempts to flick her tongue got abandoned, as she could only moan uncontrollably while working hard not to gag. She did try to use his ass for leverage to meet the fucking, but Sean’s frenzied manner left her mostly spluttering and gasping.

Increasingly, Sean tensed and jerked, his hand in her hair gripping harder and harder as she sucked him like a vacuum. Unintelligible filth poured out of his mouth. Yanet didn’t need to comprehend the words to realize he was close to cumming. She knew the time had come when his head expanded, and his cock went rigid before spasming.

Instantly, Yanet took over, pulling back enough for her fist to finish the process by jacking the portion of the shaft not between her lips. Within seconds, a huge spurt of cum shot out of his cock and splattered against the back of Yanet's throat. Gulping it down, the coed felt the thick liquid ooze down her throat and fill her belly just as another huge load erupted from the head.

In quick succession, one, two, and three more hot ropes burst from the tip of Sean's cock, filling her mouth quickly so that Yanet had to hurriedly swallow more of his cum. Gulping sounds filled the stall before the amount of cum filling her mouth proved to be too much. With the gooey globs leaking from the sides of her mouth and down her lips and chin, Yanet finally admitted defeat in pulling off his cock.

After only a handjob all day and hours of feeling backed up, Sean still had another four bursts in him. With Yanet continuing her jacking, each rope spurt of spunk landed on her forehead, right eyebrow, nose, and chin, respectively.

Once finished cumming, Sean slumped back against the shower wall, barely managing not to slide down to the floor. Already kneeling on the same floor, Yanet fell backward, plopping onto her jeans-covered ass.

For a moment, the coed just sat there, with Yanet still swallowing the remaining cum in her mouth, while Sean panted, staring at the painting he’d made on her face. Then, he grinned and chuckled when Yanet stuck out her tongue with an “All clean” expression. After catching their breath and watching each other with mutual smirks, Yanet tapped her left cheek, which sat unspoiled.

"I think you missed a spot," the brunette noted playfully.

“Yeah, sorry about the mess,” Sean apologized, almost sounding sheepish as he helped his Good Samaritan get to her feet.

“Glad I could help out,” Yanet replied, winking. Nearly reaching for her sweater, she decided to clean up first at one of the sinks before putting that top on.

While she opened the curtain, Sean decided to be helpful by grabbing the sweater off the hook. That's why he didn't notice the former cheerleader stop abruptly after only a couple of steps. Only after turning and bumping into Yanet did he see the young woman, arms crossed, leaning against the wall.

“You are so lucky that it’s me, not my mom,” Tuesday stated.

“Hey, Tues,” Yanet greeted.

“Don’t hey Tues me. Do you know the trouble this would’ve caused?” the cherry-haired first-year-teacher questioned.

“Don’t worry, your mom won’t know a thing,” Yanet assured, knowing that Tuesday wasn’t all that removed from her days of being the girl in the shower with a guy.

“I know! And Mom is going to sense that I’m hiding a secret!” the sexy French teacher squealed.

“Look, this is all my fault. It’s, um, my painkillers. They make–”

“No, while you should know better, you’re still a horny teenage boy,” Tuesday said, cutting Sean off. “You, go. Yanet, on the other hand, is about to have a cheerleader-to-cheerleader talk.”

Yanet sighed at the expected discussion while Tuesday insisted that Sean get out before anyone else discovered him inside the off-limits area.