The Locker Room

Even if her nudity was no longer capable of attracting attention, she couldn't bear the idea of running the streets of Eastlake in the buff. She touched the tender flesh of her breasts unconsciously, rubbing just under her breasts it still hurt from her bra being ripped off. She didn't dare touch her the inside of her burning pussy, at least until she was sure she washed even the most durable of sperm possibly still squirming on her fingers. The thoughts running through her head continued like this even as she slowly made her way to the gym where, blissfully close to its entrance, the girls' locker room awaited. No one would be in there by now; they'd all out in the indoor basketball court doing exercises or, by now, sweating up too thick a fog to not devolve into yet another carnival of sex.

Opening the double doors slightly revealed the moans and squeals of exactly what Jessica was expecting, and she didn't walk past the locker room doors to peek into the gym and verify it.

"You call that a push-up, Alvarez?!" bellowed one of the female coaches.

"S-Sorry ma-haa--haaaaaaAAM!" squealed some girl as she tried to yell back between thrusts.

Shaking her head, Jessica snuck in and, with a small prayer to whoever was listening, found it empty. The entire thing was meant to support every team and every physical education class, which meant that a few hundred square lockers were built into the walls and made three different lanes inside, each with a row of wooden benches running down the middle and the back of each leading to the coach offices. In the rightmost hall of lockers, a gap marked the small, tiled bend that led into the group showers and, not too far from that, Jessica's own locker. Her cheer outfit would be waiting there, along with what Ernest wished for: a constant set of underwear. She just had to hope the underwear wasn't somehow sexier than she'd wear.

Trembling, she tip-toed towards the showers, ready to get to work-

"Edwards, what are you doing in my locker room?"

Jessica froze in surprise... and slowly turned to face Coach Stella.

Brianna Stella was a muscular, short-haired woman in her mid-thirties, but she had enough obsessions with protein-veggie shakes and exercise to already put some of Jessica's classmates to shame. Her body was a well-oiled machine of sculpted muscle and giant tits; nothing about Brianna was small, which might have been why she obsessed more over her personal B.M.I. than the respect of her peers... or the comfort of her pupils. Normally she kept her outfits to the modest sweats the coaches of Eastlake were known for, but the locker room--and its adjoined office for female coaches--was warm enough to warrant the braless tank-top look she sported now. She menaced over the nude blonde; at 6'3" of twitching muscles and F-cup tits, Stella's dull blue eyes being narrowed in suspicion made for an intimidating pose.

"I-I just need to shower and get dressed," Jessica confessed, unsure of what she could or couldn't say in this bizarre new world. Why wasn't she out there doing God-knows-what to her students like every other teacher apparently was?!

Stella sniffed the air... and smirked.

Oh no.

"Is that what I smell, Edwards?"

Stella bent down to bring her face close to Jessica's, causing the blonde to flinch backwards. The beast of a woman took another sniff to confirm it, "But since you're not in my first period class, maggot, that means you're skipping wherever the Hell you're supposed to be, isn't that right?"

Jessica needed a lie, stat! "M-Mrs. Cooper gave me permission-?" But thinking was hard enough while bathed in male pheromones, nevermind good thinking.

"Unlikely," Stella growled as she reached up and took a bit of something out of Jessica's soaked hair. A bit of gray trembled on the coach's fingertips as she brought them up to her nose.

Oh no.

Stella sniffed Henry's cum up close... but all her body could register was that this was Jessica's odor. It rolled off the girl, after all... and Stella's hormones were more than apt at making her like the stink of the truant student, "That's no excuse to skip your class, now is it? You've got a choice, Edwards: either you go face detention for the rest of the day, or I'm going to work you out till your next period. Which will it be?"

Jessica shook her head and, **** to escape, tried to move past the coach and towards the showers. If she just got this off her body-

But Stella had sharp reflexes to match her imposing physique. She barred Jessica's way with a muscular arm... and took a handful of the teen's naked tit while she was there. Jessica gasped at the molestation. "C-Coach, please, this isn't right-!"

"You prefer detention? Too bad, I'm going to work you out," Stella growled as she wrestled with the squirming cheerleader, "until I think you've learned your lesson."

Jessica soon found herself pinned face-up on the nearest bench and, with just one hand able to hold the cheerleader down, Stella easily took off the gym shorts she wore. Her bush glistened as her giant panties came down; she had probably been rubbing off in her office before Jessica even got here! "P-Please, Ms. Stella-!"

"Alright, let's get a good stretch so you remember to stay in class next time!" Without much more fuss, Stella stepped over Jessica while holding her down and slammed her hairy muff into the teenager's face. Jessica was all but suffocated in the soaking mess of the teacher's labia; she gasped through her mouth as much as she could while her nose fucked her teacher. Stella, not here merely for the incidental, meaningless touches of queening her student, pulled Jessica's legs back and stretched them back, back, back until she managed to spread Jessica's shaved muff wide... and, with a lap of her tongue across her lips, reached down and hooked her meaty fingers into the offered hole.

Jessica moaned into the vagina suffocating her, and matters didn't get easier from there.

I wish I could get hard at will and always came a full and perfect load.

Jessica moaned as her pussy responded positively to Stella's fingers. The animal scent of her victim drove Stella further as she ground her clit and labia into the hapless teen's mug. Leaning forward, she pushed her elbows into Jessica's thighs, stretching her legs back further and further while opening her cunt to ****, "Yeah, you... cheerleaders say you're... flexible, but you're... stiff as a... board, Edwards!"

Stella's hip thrusts to grind Jessica's face down were rhythmic now, and the slight pain of having pubic hair roughly brushed on her fair skin was impossible to feel. Instead, Jessica was just drowning in the feminine arousal, the stink of cum, and the first, meaty finger inside her being joined by a second. She tried to holler into the muff to beg for freedom, but the 'stretch' went on with Jessica's head pinned to the wood and Coach Stella riding the blonde's face until she was too chaffed to follow the demands of her body. The teacher's grunts continued as she viciously fucked her student to join her in an orgasmic stupor in the middle of the girl's locker room.

About fifteen minutes later...

The bath had helped, but barely. With her cheerleader outfit on, Jessica went ahead and put on a menstruation pad just to help absorb what was going on in her panties... and what was going on was her body still quivering from the chemical memory of Coach Stella.

The Coach, apparently finally satisfied, was now contently leaning back in her office chair, still naked from the waist down, "Next bell's in three minutes, Edwards, so you better get to your next class or so help me God-!"

"I-I'm going!" Jessica lied, trying not to sob as she thought about the experience. Jessica isn't even gay! That was **** gay sex with this gorilla of a P.E. teacher and... and Jessica's body was getting excited just remembering the sensation of greedy fingers inside her, of the small wave of girl-jizz the older woman had poured down her throat, the muscular grips on her thighs-

Jessica, pull it together!

Without further ado, Jessica was fully geared up for cheer practice... only she had no intention of even sticking around for lunch. She'd jump over the fence, jog home, and hope Ernest called her at home before anything else-

I wish you didn't chaff or get hurt from sex.

Jessica nearly rolled her ankle as her leg jolted. Overstimulated and whimpering, Jessica continued to stomp angrily towards the locker room exit. He was still wishing! What happened to all that consideration-?!

The doors opened as the P.E. students began to roll in... and Jessica was immediately slammed in the face by a stink of cum, sweat, and dripping cunts as just the first half-dozen seniors walked in while casually talking through their ruined make-up and stained lips. No! No! No! Jessica dashed forward; she wasn't going to have anything happen again! She nearly bowled over a tall junior who's protest was barely heard before Jessica had already slammed through the double doors to get back into the school hallway proper.

Only one couple was still fucking outside, and by the looks of it the girl was just enjoying the sensation of cruelly sucking on her partner's spent, half-limp cock. The senior moaned as he reached over her and massaged her ass; she moaned in turn while remnants of sperm continued to drip from her snatch. The rest who had fallen into the halls had probably returned to something more 'normal' for class period -- namely attending class -- but soon the bell would ring... and that meant the school would fill with fluid-soaked bodies and become inescapable-

I wish that girls became more sensitive to my touch for every time I made them come.

Jessica flinched... and whether or not he meant it, she knew that any more barrages of wishes was probably going to produce this new, stupid wish's effect on her-

I-I wish you had twice as much parking?

Jessica leaned against the wall as she gasped. What the Hell is he even wishing for-?!

Well I wish that my being here and everything we're doing was totally acceptable to your mom!

Jessica pounded her fist on the wall; her pussy clenched at the sad emptiness left by Coach Stella's fingers, but that wasn't stopping it from kicking into overdrive as she felt another orgasm coming.

I wish the school excused all absences today.

"Stop," Jessica pleaded to no one that could hear her as her knees began to buckle. The last thing she needed was to be more sensitive to Ernest-!

I wish school was cancelled for the rest of the day and tomorrow, too, just for teacher work days!

"Hnng!" Jessica's fingernails clawed softly into the paint of the wall as she began to test the absorption of her pad.