Cheerleading captain

Everyone in the stadium thought that underneath the fluffy wolf costume was still the familiar Tim—the horny stud who had already slept with quite a few cheerleaders after the game. That’s exactly what Lisa mercilessly took advantage of.

Even while the game was still in progress, the mascot was running wild along the sidelines. Lisa snatched the pom-poms out of the cheerleaders’ hands, threw them into the crowd, and cheekily reached under the girls’ short skirts. She pulled the fabric up, slapped their bare butt cheeks loudly, and pinched hard nipples through their thin tops. The girls squealed, laughed, and blushed—after all, they thought it was the ever-horny Tim.

Lisa had her sights set especially on Karin, the blonde captain of the cheerleaders. An arrogant, conceited bitch with perfect tits and an ass that practically screamed in that short skirt. Again and again, Lisa danced around her like a wolf, rubbing her fluffy costume body against Karin’s hips, reaching between her legs, and pressing briefly but firmly against her pussy. Karin was visibly getting nervous; her cheeks were flushed.

In a particularly chaotic moment, Lisa discreetly pressed a photo into her hand—a picture of Tim’s thick, stiff cock that she’d taken earlier. On the back, in bold letters, it read:

“Meet me in the refs’ bathroom right now. There’s a glory hole there. I want your lips on my cock.”

Karin stared at the picture. Her breathing quickened. She knew Tim’s cock—she’d already sucked it twice in secret. The message had an effect. For the rest of the quarter, she followed the mascot with hungry glances.

When the mascot suddenly disappeared into the narrow hallway under the stands, Karin excused herself from her team with the words “I need to use the restroom for a minute” and hurried after him.

She found the old referee’s restroom at the end of the hallway. The door was only ajar. It was dim inside. A clean glory hole gaped in the green-painted partition. And a thick, semi-erect cock was already protruding from it—heavy, with thick veins, the glans still somewhat soft and shiny.

Karin bit her lip. “Not quite as big as in the photo… not yet,” she murmured. “But we’ll get there.”

She dropped to her knees, the cool tile floor beneath her bare legs. The smell hit her immediately—an intense, musky, slightly pungent penis odor of old sweat, cum, and long hours spent in the costume. It smelled sharp, masculine, almost dirty.

That’s from the strain of wearing the costume, she thought to herself, even as her pussy began to tingle. She was horny. Really horny.

Karin opened her full mouth and took the thick glans between her warm lips. She sucked gently at first, letting her tongue circle slowly. The taste was strong—salty, bitter, with that typical “used” penis aroma. She moaned softly and pushed it deeper into her mouth.

The cock reacted immediately. She felt it getting thicker, longer, harder in her warm, wet mouth. The veins stood out more prominently, the glans swelled taut and pressed against her palate. Karin took it further in, letting it slide all the way down her throat, gagging softly and lustfully while massaging the shaft with her hand. With every suck, every deep thrust into her throat, the cock grew bigger, stiffer, more pulsating.

“Mmmhh… yes, get nice and hard for me,” she whispered in between, pulling it out briefly and spitting thickly onto the gleaming glans before sucking it deep again. The scent grew even more intense the harder and wetter it became. Karin was now dripping wet between her legs herself. She slid a hand under her skirt and rubbed her clit while she devotedly blew the now rock-hard, bulging cock—long, wet, smacking strokes that sent her saliva running in long strands down her chin and onto her cheerleader top.

The cock twitched violently in her mouth, the thick veins throbbing against her tongue. Karin was convinced that Tim was about to cum—and she was more than ready to swallow it all.

Lisa, still in the fluffy wolf costume, quietly pushed open the door to the referee’s bathroom. She had deepened and roughened her voice, just like Tim’s tone when he was horny.

“You cheating slut,” she growled darkly.

At that very moment, the old janitor—the fat, sweaty 58-year-old Kurt, whom Lisa and Jan had secretly hired and prepared for this stunt—exploded in Karin’s mouth.

The first thick, creamy shot shot out with full **** and splattered directly into Karin’s blonde hair, leaving a long, white trail from her temple to her ear. Karin flinched briefly, but she reacted like a true professional slut. Immediately, she slid her mouth back over the twitching, pulsing cock and caught the next heavy loads deep in her throat. She swallowed audibly, gurgled, and continued sucking while thick strands of cum oozed from the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin.

“Mmmh… fuck…,” she moaned, her voice muffled, her eyes watering slightly from the strong, bitter taste of the old man’s cum.

Lisa took advantage of the moment without a second thought. She stepped behind Karin, pressing her back firmly down with both fluffy paws, forcing the cheerleading captain forward onto all fours. At the same time, Lisa reached under Karin’s short skirt, grabbed the thin, already damp panties, and yanked them down. The fabric briefly cut into Karin’s skin, then hung around her ankles.

Karin’s eyes flew open, the still-spurting cock half in her mouth.

“What the…?!”, she gasped as she pulled the old janitor’s thick, hairy cock out of her mouth. A final fountain of cum landed on her cheek.

She turned her head in panic—and saw the mascot standing right behind her, holding her panties in its paw.

“Tim?! What are you doing here?! Whose cock was that just now?! And why… why did you steal my panties?!”

Her voice cracked with shock. Cum dripped from her hair and chin onto the floor. Her bare, shaved ass was now completely exposed, her pussy glistening with arousal and fear. She tried to stand up, but Lisa pressed her further down with the weight of the costume.

Old Kurt pulled his semi-erect, dripping cock back through the glory hole and disappeared on the other side, chuckling.

Karin stared at the mascot in disbelief, her face a mixture of lust, confusion, and burgeoning panic.