She Gives You Up

Swaying back and forth like a punch-drunk boxer, Charlotte stays seated where you left her as you stand outside the door, eavesdropping and ready to run at a moment's notice. You wouldn't even mind being caught, but it's always good to let the scene set itself before you insert yourself (in more ways than one).

"Charlotte! What in the world...?" You peer around the corner to see an athletic brunette with her back to you, looking down at a topless, cum-covered teammate. Wearing a short red tank top and matching tight shorts, her long brown hair stretches down to the middle of her back. Toned calves and thighs lead to a perfectly round ass that you take some time to admire, being sure to stay quiet and hidden from view - for now.

"Brooke? Huh? Where did you--? Where's the bus driver?" Charlotte finally responds.

"The what? What are you talking about?" Brooke asks. "Why aren't you dressed yet? And what's all over you? Is this lotion?" Before she can reach down to check for herself, Charlotte stirs again, and her hand recoils in surprise.

"The bus driver," Charlotte slurs, clearly still drained and understandably a little loopy from your surprise face-fucking. "I had to - had to pay him. For coach." She can barely get the words out as her head lolls around on her shoulders and her face stays locked in a bemused expression.

"The bus driver?" Brooke says, turning her head to search the space as Charlotte finally succumbs, gently snoring with her head leaned back against the mattress. Racking your head for a way to explain this - if even for a moment - you go against your better instincts and step out from your hiding place, revealing yourself to Brooke. "That would be me," you say with a raise of your hand.

Brooke jumps in shock. "Oh my goodness, who are you?"

"I'm the, uh, bus driver your friend was talkin' about," you re-confirm, entering the cabin once more and shutting the back door softly behind you. "Name's Frank." At this point, you were done hiding. It had been a long morning of sneaking around, and you were ready to stretch your legs and exercise some power.

"Um, hi," Brooke replies, suddenly very aware of how much skin her outfit is showing as you leer at her openly. She vainly uses her arms to try to cover her exposed midriff, crossing her bare legs over each other. "Wha-what happened to, um, Charlotte?" she stammers.

You look down at the blonde dancer, head tilted to the side with her face and breasts covered in dried streaks of cum. You can't help but smile at your handy work before turning back to Brooke, the brunette newcomer. "I told her a lie that I needed to get paid and got her to suck my dick. Nice and hard. Been kind of theme this morning, You got a Coach Amy, right?" you ask. Brooke nods wordlessly, frozen in place. "Yeah, yeah. I had some fun with her first. Then there was the little stoner by the lake. Mmmm, and the fat ass biracial girl..." you quickly summarize, turning yourself on as you reminisce. The look on her face is a mixture of disbelief, confusion, maybe a little disgust - as if she can't fathom the things you're saying.

"Got them all to taste this hog," you continue, grabbing at your crotch. "And it seems like you're next, little lady...."

"Me? Didn't you just finish with her? Plus I should really be getting back to practice and, uh, let the coach know what's going on," she rambles, taking one step backwards. But you aren't listening, already reaching for the waistband of your pants and yanking them down to the floor.

"So, I'm just going to leave you to...." As your cock slides into view, hanging half-hard between your thighs, she stops mid-sentence and stares. Is she awestruck by your boldness or the size of your man-meat? It's hard to tell, but you use the brief pause to close the gap between you, now standing close enough to smell strawberry scented shampoo as it wafts off her long, brown locks. Your run your right hand down her back before reaching her ass and taking a hard squeeze.

"I take it you like what you see?" you ask, her gaze still fixated on your exposed cock. "Yeah, just like I thought. Every slut I see today ends up slobbing on my knob and I'm the one headed to an asylum. Bullshit."

"Asylum?" Brooke says, abruptly snapping from her chance and looking up at you.

"Don't worry about that, just get to work," you instruct while pushing her down to her knees with one hand. She can't - or doesn't - resist, looking up at your cock as it casts a shadow over her face. Grabbing it with one hand, you raise and smack your heavy flesh balloon down onto her nose and forehead with a loud THWACK. "Oh!" she exclaims as it slams down on her again, nose rubbing against the underside of your shaft while your balls swing beneath her chin.

"You know, it'll be good to finally let loose a little. Be as wild and loud as I want. Enough of this quiet, sneaking around shit...." You rock her face with your cock a few more times - SMACK SMACK SMACK - as Brooke winces, never moving from her kneeling position. Your only audience for now is a dozing Charlotte, still leaned over against the bed behind you as you stand in the doorway's light. But you're hoping to attract a larger crowd eventually. Especially given that where you're standing, you can see out the screen door where Brooke's teammates now wonder where she disappeared to as their ranks continue to thin out.

Below you, Brooke kneels with her hands folded in her lap while your weighty shaft rests atop her forehead, nose, and lips. Gripping your unit at the base, your slide it down slowly until the tip flicks her lips, no doubt giving her a small taste of precum and loads gone by. Tip positioned against her pursed lips, a hand reaches down to firmly grip the nape of her neck. Pulling her head forward, she opens her lips without protest and lets you slide inside. "Fuck me, I will never get tired of this!" you loudly grunt as her tongue slides against the underside of your cock.

Brown eyes wide, Brooke gags almost right away and can barely manage to fit much more than the tip inside her mouth comfortably. But that hesitance excites you, having stumbled upon your first apparent fellatio novice of the day. "Oh, so this is gonna be a new experience for you, huh?" you sneer with a wicked, toothy grin. Your excitement is practically visible as the muscles in your arms and neck tense. Both hands now grabbing handfuls of her soft brown hair, you pull her head to adjust to a better angle before plunging back inside until you collide with the back of her throat, eliciting another loud *GACK*.

Drawing her head backwards, you repeat this process - again and again and again - until you've worked up to a steady pace. Brooke's head bounces noisily over your cock with loud, perhaps exaggerated, gags joined by loud slurps of the saliva that has begun to drool from her mouth. Lips stretched into a wide-O, her hands have shot up to your thighs now, naively beating against them in an appeal to your mercy. It goes unheard as you continue to fuck her face at a steady, but persistent pace. "Nothing I love better than breaking in a new mouth!" you grunt, letting yourself get lost in the moment now. "God, you can't suck worth a damn, but I love that you're tryin'!" Your hips have joined in on the action now, rocking your dick back to collide with Brooke's battered throat with increasing ****, threatening to break through and nestle inside at any moment.

"Fuck yeah, that's the stuff!" you yell out almost trying to catch someone's attention. "Take it, take it, take it!" /Your forearms tense as they pump up and down, fingers intertwined with thick strands of her tresses. Your balls - heavy and full - swing wildly underneath you like a pendulum, and smack against Brooke's chin. Pushing down deep and holding yourself there, Brooke coughs and sputters around you, spraying your balls and stomach with saliva. Undeterred by her struggles, you hold her there and swivel your hips in a semi-circle, wiggling your cock around in her mouth. And without warning and a sudden show of ****, you push her head down and break through the barrier into her throat with a loud GLUMPH!

"OHHHHHHHH FUCK!" you loudly exclaim as the heads outside turn in your direction. Breasts bouncing behind the thin fabric of her shirt as she quickly makes her way towards the cabin, the full-busted coach Kate leads the way,. The rest of the team files behind her curiosity apparently overtaking their wiser instincts. You barely notice (or care) as you luxuriate in the bliss of Brooke's tight throat while it grips the upper 1/3 of your cock tightly. You barely retreat and hold her with a vice grip while slowly fucking her throat.

Footsteps along the porch quickly become a shocked audience as you're finally discovered. Coach Kate swings the door open, gasps loudly while both hands shoot to cover her mouth. "Morning, Coach!" you say with a smile, still pumping slowly into Brooke. The girls behind her continue to follow her lead - shocked at the scene laid out before them. A perfect stranger roughly, loudly and sloppily fucking their teammate's throat while another lay topless next to them. "Glad everyone could....maaaake it...." you grunt, pulling Brooke fast to your groin, nose pressed into your stomach. "I can't waint to greet all of you..UNGH....properly! Just hold on...UNFF....one second..." Echoing GUCK GUCK GUCK noises fill the room's stunned silence as you turn your gaze back down to Brooke. Eyelids fluttering over her listless green eyes as she teeters on the edge of complete exhaustion, her arms are hanging at her sides limply while you escalate to a rapid pace. Your balls swing underneath you and slam against her chin. They're heavy and full, ready to unload . And it's not long before they get their chance.

You grip as much of her hair as your hands can manage, and loudly groan when your balls finally explode into her throat. She makes no attempt to swallow - more rookie mistakes - and your load fills her mouth and slides down her cheeks and chin right away. Your body shivers and shudders with muscles tensed while rope after rope continues to pummel the tight brunette's uvula. When you're finally sated, you pull out slowly, and most of your load follows - leaking from her mouth to her chest and the floor. You let her go and she collapses in a heap next to Charlotte, two cum-covered peas in a pod.

"OK, then," you say, taking back control of the room and addressing Coach Kate and what remains of her dance squad. "Do you sluts wanna choose who's going next or should I?"