Coach toys with her player while the gang gathers round

The home-team coach straddled the lap of her boi surrounded by slutty shemales. His erection rose between their bodies as hers pressed stiffly against his tight stomach. She wrapped herself around him possessively trailing hot needy kisses across his face and chin. The other shemales on the bench circled like sharks smelling blood in the water. One by one they shed their clothes revealing tight naked bodies near the peak of feminine beauty and fitness, with a notable addition resting between their legs. Each pressed their body against the growing pile of flesh starved for as much contact as they could find. Their pheromones surrounded them in a humid cloud that slowly spread diffusing across the pitch. Every dick in the miasma of lust rose to almost painful attention while balls pulled tighter readying to share their gift with the wider world.

The coach moaned gyrating against her boi. A little more and she’d be covering her boi in delicious cream. After a second of hesitation she pulled herself off of him, she’d been given a little gift she wanted to share. With a few shoves she’d cleared some room around herself and her boi. His eyes were hazed with lust, he was in the palm of her hand. She bit her lip as she thought of where she’d soon have him. She rose and spun showing him her mouth watering cheeks split by the thin sleek black cloth of her thong. She bent over to give him a better view and slid both hands down her sides hooking her thong and easing it down her pert behind. The thong curled as she pulled it down as if hesitant to part from her lovely crack where it fit like a second skin. As the thong reluctantly peeled off of her the boi saw a glimmer of metal and then the head of a butt plug was revealed buried inside her. The coach turned her head and met the boi with a smoldering gaze “If you pull out my toy you can take it’s place.”

He knew that he shouldn’t. The thirsty bitches surrounding him were a pack of predators circling hungrily. The voracious look in the eyes of the vixens showed him they were intent on fucking him. Claiming him. Dragging him down with them into their hyper-hedonistic corruption. If he faltered they’d be all over him and he’d be just another shemale slut spreading her legs and seed to anyone in her path. He looked back at the one who had been his coach. She was crouched forward, hands on knees, presenting herself, her straight dark hair fell all around her framing her head. But, most of all he saw the round butt cheeks firm and full ‘I wonder how soft they are?’ the intrusive thought ran through his head. Coach was showing off, the movement was slow terribly controlled, but he could see that she was flexing her cheeks independently so that one rose as the other fell. Her head turned and she looked him the eyes catching him staring. Her self sure smile sent a tremble down his spine, she called him “Spank me, James.”

The smack rang out loudly, too loud. He watched her skin absorb the impact sending ripples of smooth soft flesh out across her ass. Her hips bucked forward and she moaned sharply, but she didn’t object or move away. Instead she pushed her ass out farther towards him eager for more. His hand swung again laying a harder slap on the jiggling mound of flesh. He saw the tender flesh redden in response to him. A deep anger blossomed within him, indignation at the power this ass held over him, that she held over him. His hands rose and fell spanking the ass harshly as if he could beat it into the submission that he felt blossoming within himself. His sloppy swings brought his fingers down stingingly against the jeweled plug. It snapped him out of his fit, he looked at it. He reached for it and stopped. He started again, reaching cautiously with a single finger he touched the pretty toy. As he made contact electricity ran through his body his hand was drawn forward as his fingers curled around the jeweled head... and he pulled.

A short metal bulb came free with a wet slurp. The coaches body shook as she orgasmed. James saw the jet of thick white cum spraying 10 feet if an inch, he heard the tremolo in her moan. He couldn’t look away as his sexy coach continued to spurt her tainted seed all over the place. She was firing so far and so much. She was still shaking when he heard her speaking to him “Thank you James! Now as promised you get to take its place.” Her asshole winked at him or was it grasping for him? As he entered he was shocked by how tight and wet she was. She started moving shaking her big tight ass along his dick and his teeth clenched ‘Shit!’ how was he already on the edge of an orgasm? He breathed deeply if he didn’t relax this would all be over too quickly.

The coach grinned as she felt James ready to blow for her already, what a good boi. Maybe all he needed was a little teamwork. James heard the coach call over one of his teammates, he felt her clench around him holding him inside. And he absolutely felt his teammate’s hot cock sliding up his ass. He moaned like a slut as he came inside coach. Coach moaned with him “Now there’s a good little toy.” He felt himself changing the tickle on his scalp as healthy hair grew down the sides of his face, the pinch behind her nipples as her titties came in fantastic! Jane ran her slender hands down her sides to feel her hourglass curves. ‘Mmmm I could get used to this’ she stopped at her hips and rolled them back into her sister buried in her ass. All of a sudden she could feel the cock inside her so clearly, she could picture it as if it was in front of her. She wrapped herself around the invading dick like a boa constrictor and squeezed the life out of it. Jane moaned as her ass tightened milking her sister for every last drop and what a load it was. Why had she wanted to delay this? She couldn’t remember. She was hard and all she could think about were the bois on the field.