An admirer shows up before the game

With lips glistening of fresh cum, Jenny smiled at the people following them as the whole group turned around. "alright shows over everyone, gotta get sweet cheeks here ready for the game" one of the players said through a grin, groping and jiggling an escaped boob in clear view with the hand of the arm around Jenny's shoulders.

One person on the crowd didn't leave and started to move towards jenny

" Hi I'm Paul c-could i come with all of you? " he shouted, prompting the intimidating point guard to size up Paul, but before he could do anything Jenny had already answered " Of course you could come allong" she said which prompted one of the players to extending a hand towards him stating " alright since it was Kenya request, welcome to the team" and Paul didn't want to appear rude in front of his oblivious crush and shook the large hand as its counterpart squeezed Jen's tit hard enough to make her squeal.

Paul was allowed to supervise the R&R group session provided he kept quiet. He had to watch Jenny struggle on her tippy toes for her pussy to kiss the cockhead of a player laying down on the locker-room bench. He had assumed Hakeem to be a freak of nature, but now that he was amongst all trouser-less starting lineup, his monster dong looked painfully average.

"Does it feel good?" Jenny asked #54 after wincing through the decent on his throbbing dick. She was more interested in the quality of her massage than the integrity of her cervix.

"Nah, you gotta tighten your pussy more. Here." He pinched and twisted the hardened nipples before him causing every muscle of Jenny's body to contract in both pain and pleasure. "Ahh, Ahhhh, th...thank you," Jenny said with a contorted face.

Jenny’s eyes squinted even harder when a familiar cock from the star shooting guard, wrestled its way up the compressed colon for her backside’s for another double penetration. Her cries of painful joy were quickly muffled by another teammate locking down her face. The bulge’s end in Jenny's throat disappeared between her tits, patched with red from the constant slaps and pinches. With everyone in place, Jenny's eyes rolled as all three towering players plowed her violently, ignoring the nasty sounds of wet suction and Jenny's squirting orgasms.

The white-meat club sandwich got its first batch of mayo from all three dispensers at once. Despite the tight grip of Jenny's lips and rim, cum droplets started dripping from the bench near the end of the collective grunt-filled climax.

Hours later, after many shift changes, the mass of flesh and fluid began to blur as the team only focused on Jenny's arms. In the beginning, they were flailing, tapping out or pushing futility against muscular legs. Now they just dangled lifelessly. They where observing the limb for a sign of life that would contradict the blank, empty stare of this oxygen-deprived girl.

There it was! A little spasm turned Jenny's hand into a fist. These hopeful moments were few and far in-between now. If it wasn't for the coach's intervention, barking at his players to hustle on to the court, this might have been her final resistance.

A jet of cum erupted from Jenny’s mouth when the last inch of #76 slid out.

"Wash her up; we're going to want to celebrate after the game," Mr. Zimmerman told Paul before joining his elite team in the sea of cheers.

Paul dragged Jenny to the showers, heavy from gallons of jizz in her guts on top of her 15 pounds of tits. Rinsing the sticky discharge off this lovely girls body was the most intimate thing he had ever done with another girl.

"Do you think I was tight enough, Paul?"

"Jenny, I just want you to be happy. I know this is not a good time to ask… And it doesn't have to be soon, just one day... Paul spent a moment-ruining amount of time getting the cum off her face that Jenny had passed out when he finally asked: "... I like you alot will you be mine?"

"will you be my girlfriend?" he repeated after gently tapping her cheeks and wiping the resulting cum spit off her chin.

"Oh Paul, yes! She leaned in for a hug. Paul squeezed a little too hard and Jenny lost more of her cream filling all over the back of his shirt. She fell asleep in his arms immediately after and they remained in an embrace on the shower floor until loud noises from the crowd penetrated the walls.

"I'm going to go see what's up," Paul whispered to Jenny, gently laying her down on the floor, still sleeping like a baby.