**I ventured into some new territory with this, feel free to share your thoughts.
The box in Christine’s hand made her feel a chill, despite the warm, still, air of the school’s hallways. It was small, easily held in one hand, and made of weathered old wood. It was stained very dark, almost black, with a greenish tint where the wood was lighter, and it had some kind of engraving on the lid and sides that she couldn’t quite make out. She didn’t know what was in it, only that Coach Reilly had seemed unhappy when he asked her to take it to the visiting team’s coach. Christine was the youngest cheerleader on the squad, and was used to doing extra minor tasks for the teams and the coach. It was just one of those things you had to do until you worked your way up the ladder.
She was still in her tight blue and gold uniform, having been pulled aside by the Coach before she could hit the showers after the day’s narrow, but demoralizing, defeat on their home field. She had blonde hair pulled back into twin braids that hung to her shoulders, bright blue eyes, and a cute button nose. Her long legs and firm ass showed off the uniform’s skirt quite well, and while she didn’t have the biggest bust on the cheer team, she still filled out her top nicely.
Christine turned a corner and found herself in front of the door to the office of the visiting team’s locker room. She lifted her hand and knocked, hearing the loud cheers and sounds of victory from within. The wooden door swung inward, the humid air from within rolling over her, carrying the smell of sweat and Axe with it. A stocky, middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair and a thick mustache sat in an office chair, the door to the locker room standing open behind him. “Yes?” he asked gruffly as Christine hesitated. “Uh, sorry to bother you,” she said as she caught sight of a player stripping off his pants through the open door. “Coach Riley told me to bring this to you,” she continued, holding out the small box.
Coach Wilson sat up as the girl held out the little box. “Ah, yes, thank you. Come in for a moment,” he said with a smile. Christine hesitated, murmuring something about needing to get back, but he insisted. “Please, I insist,” he said, pulling out a chair, “have a seat for a moment.” She took the seat, thinking she might need to take something back with her. Coach Wilson closed the outer door behind her and softly flipped the lock as he turned his attention back to the box. He pulled it open, revealing an old ring nestled in the folds of a fabric cushion. It was made of dark metal, and featured a green stone, rimmed with gold and fashioned in the shape of an eye. As he removed it from the box, Christine asked, “that’s what was in there? What is it?” He slipped it on his index finger and grinned at her. “A powerful trophy, little slut.”
With the last word, Christine’s mind began to feel fuzzy, her concentration slipping. “Hey, you can’t talk to me like that, I’m not…” she said, indignant, but found she couldn’t finish the thought. “Not what?” Wilson asked, raising the ringed hand to the side of her face, the gem glowing. “Not a slut?” She nodded, trying to form her thoughts into words, but she was unable to push through the fog. “You are now, little whore. By the time we leave today, you will be a cum-hungry slut to your core.” As he spoke, the gem pulsed, and Christine’s eyes began to glaze over. “Ah, that’s better. I like a little fight, but not today. Now, kneel.”
Obediently, Christine leaned forward and dropped to her knees in front of the coach, and he pushed the door to the locker room closed. “Suck, slut. Worship my fat cock.” without hesitation, Christine reached for the bulge in the man’s pants. She ran her hand over it, feeling it harden at her touch. She watched as if through a stranger’s eyes as her hands deftly pulled down his zipper and fished a thick slab of man meat from within the khaki fabric. She was horrified as she smelled the musk of member, feeling it rub across her face. Part of her was aroused, however, and she felt a warmth spread between her legs as she tasted it, felt the hot flesh pass between her lips. How many times had she fantasized about doing just this with Coach Riley?
Christine’s lips stretched as she pushed past the head and took the thick shaft into her mouth, feeling him press into her throat. This was by far the biggest cock she’d ever taken, and she just kept pushing it deeper, feeling herself gag and drool until her nose pressed against him. He groaned, and she withdrew with a deep gasp, feeling spit and precum drip down her chin. She started to stroke him and dipped her head down to lick his balls, savoring their salty, sweaty, taste. Cupping and caressing them with her other hand, she returned her mouth to his dick, licking along its length and taking the tip in her mouth again. She swirled her tongue around it, eliciting a low moan from him. She bobbed her head up and down his shaft and soon felt him begin to twitch. He groaned and gripped the back of her head, and she shoved herself down on him just as he shot his load deep in her throat. She pulled back, swallowing with each pulse. “Good,” he said, tucking himself back in his pants and drawing her to her feet, “You’ve had some practice.”
“Boys!” Wilson called as he led Christine into the locker room, “Our opponent has sent us a gift to acknowledge our victory!” He continued, pushing the girl forward into the center of the room. He used the ring to push on their minds as well, not that it would take much to get a room full of you men interested in a compliant young woman, but it was easier if they didn’t ask questions. “She’s here to reward you boys, she’ll do whatever you tell her. Have fun.” The players looked at each other for a moment, unsure if they understood correctly. After a moment, one of them called out “Slap your ass!” and Christine promptly leaned forward, reached back, and slapped herself on the ass. The locker room erupted in whoops and whistles, with a handful of commands called out at the same time. “Patience, boys. She can’t do everything at once.” The coach called out. “And no damage, got it?” He continued as he made his way back to the office door.
The team began to crowd around her, hands reaching out to grope and feel her up. A broad-shouldered boy with wavy brown hair spoke up as he came out of the showers. “Star QB gets first dibs, guys. Out of my way.” There were murmurs of discontent, but the crowd reluctantly parted to let him pass. The towel around his waist barely containing his swiftly hardening member. He stepped up in front of her, eyeing her up and down before he roughly pulled her top down, exposing one perky, pale breast, saying “Let’s see what we’re working with here.” Christine watched the whole exchange, but while she knew she should be horrified, she found herself becoming more aroused, a warm, content feeling spreading through her. Her nipples hardening immediately under the QB’s rough touch.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” He said, roughly squeezing her boob and pinching her rosy nipple. “Remove my towel,” He said in a commanding tone. Christine obediently reached down and gave the towel a tug, letting it fall to the floor. She felt the heat of his member as it sprang up against her hand. “Good, now suck, bitch. I want to see you gag on my dick.” Christine smoothly dropped to her knees before the young stud. He was long, but not girthy, and she took him quickly into her mouth, driving herself forward until she felt him in her throat. She held there, her throat contracting around him until her lungs burned, then pulled back with a gasp, leaving a string of saliva from her lip to his sack. She dove in again, running him in and out of her throat as he groaned with pleasure. Already some of the others had their dicks in their hands, unable to resist their hormones. “Stop,” He told her, “I want to feel that pussy before I cum. Bend over.” She stood and bent over, her tight skirt riding up and exposing her soaked white panties. He reached down and hooked his fingers in them, tearing them open.
He rubbed two fingers over her slit, feeling the slick, smooth skin of her lips, before he pressed the head of his cock against them. He motioned to a large, black linebacker. “Jones. You’re up. Let’s spitroast this whore.” Jones quickly stepped forward and gripped the back of Christine’s head, guiding his hefty schlong to her eager lips. The two young men began to thrust with frantic energy, and Jones quickly began to twitch with a building orgasm. He pulled out of her mouth and turned her head to look at him, gave two quick strokes, and blasted her face with his load. He left two long ropes from her forehead into her hair, and a big glob on her cheek. “Fuck, that was good!” He said, stepping back to make room for another to take his place. “Next!”
The next one was a short, average sized Hispanic guy who stood before her with his hands on his hips. “Blow me, putita!” He exclaimed, then closed his eyes as she began to suck and stroke him. Meanwhile, the QB was gritting his teeth as he held back as long as he could, but the cheerleader was tight, and he soon gasped, his fingers digging into her hips, as he blew his load deep inside her. He caught his breath and pulled out, watching a thick drop of cum leak out of the girl’s shaved cunt. “I hope she’s got some Plan B!” He said with a grin as he stepped away. A big farm boy stepped up and pushed inside her without hesitation, grabbing her hips and fucking her hard, his big sack slapping her clit with each thrust. With every burst of cum, Christine felt herself get closer and closer to an orgasm, and the sensation on her clit just added to it. When the Hispanic guy nutted in her mouth, she felt herself spasm with pleasure, her vagina tightening down on the man taking her from behind. She shook, trying to swallow the cum flooding her mouth and then felt the man behind her explode inside, and her mind went blank for a moment, overwhelmed with a pleasure she’d never felt before. She cried out and bucked hard against him, her legs shaking. When the sensation had passed, there were three players in front of her, and she was being pushed toward a bench. “Let’s make her airtight this time.” One of them said.
A small part of her mind registered relief that he was the smallest of the three as she understood their meaning. But the fog closed in again and all she could think of was pleasuring these men. As the effects continued to work on her mind, she became more eager, more active. She spread her ass for the one to spit and lube her up, and actively lowered herself onto him when he laid on the bench. It was tight, but he didn’t force it, and soon she could feel him where she never expected to feel anyone. As soon as he was in, the other two stepped up. She let her head fall back to take one in her mouth, and her dripping pussy easily accepted the other. The man beneath her supported her well and as they began to fuck her, she extended her arms to stroke her onlookers. The three had a smooth rhythm, like they had done it before, and she felt as if she were floating on an ocean of pleasure.
She was losing track of time, it felt like the three had only just started when the man in her cunt and the one in her mouth pulled out and jerked themselves onto her chest and tight stomach. As they stepped away, they were quickly replaced by the men she had been stroking. The man pushing into her slit was thick, and she could feel the change in sensation as it pushed against the cock buried in her ass. Once again she reached out to fluff two of the men waiting, and began to lick the sack of the man positioned over her face. “Oh yeah, baby, just like that,” he murmured.
She continued her ministrations, pausing from fluffing to stroke him with her hands, and he was quickly twitching, his sack tightening up as he neared orgasm. He burst, and it seemed it would never end. Rope after rope splattered onto her chest, easily the biggest load yet, the splooge quickly soaking into her uniform top. Before he finished, she spasmed again, cumming hard on the thick cock buried in her pussy, her sphincter tightening on the rod in her ass as well, and driving both men to blow their loads inside her. There was a loud “fuck!” from one of the men she had been fluffing, and he stepped forward and dropped his load on her stomach, adding to the growing mess.
There was a bit of heckling from the crowd, but it subsided quickly. Christine stood to let up the man beneath her, and she felt hands unzipping her uniform top, letting it fall to the floor. A strong hand from behind her groped her breast and pushed her down, a large cockhead pushing into her pussy again. The faces were becoming a blur, she didn’t care who they were, she just knew she needed their cum. She smiled as she felt it running down her stomach and her thighs, as another cock appeared before her. She eagerly wrapped her lips around it, swirling her tongue around the tip and using a free hand to cup the cock owner’s balls.
The man behind her used her swollen cunt and blew his wad up her back, wiping the last of it on her skirt. She continued to blow the man in front, gagging herself on his member until cumspit drooled from her mouth and her eyes ran with tears. He jizzed on her face, leaving a glob over one eye. But she didn’t need to see, the needy cocks surrounding her found their way to her lips without her help. Another player stepped up behind her and put his thumb in her pucker as he slipped his dick deep into her slit, while the next to use her mouth grabbed her braids and roughly fucked her face before quickly blowing his load in her throat. She was turning into a slippery mess, between the steam of the locker room, the sweat, spit, cum and other fluids. Thumb guy greedily fucked her, thrusting wildly and finished inside her. Christine was lost in a haze of cocks and spunk, and she couldn’t remember a time when she was happier.
She was flipped onto her back again, laying on the bench, and the cocks came faster now. There were multiple guys at her head and she sucked and stroked them all. She couldn’t see through the mess covering her face, but she just knew where they were. She felt Jones come back, taking a hand job before dropping another load on her face and neck. Christine lost track of the cocks she serviced, she felt and knew each one, but she couldn’t focus on how many or how long. Just an endless, blissful train of fuck, jerk, cum. Some let it go inside, some shot it over her exposed body. She took so much cum in her pussy, she could feel it spurt out every time a new dick pushed inside her, and she ate so much her stomach had started to bulge. By the time the flood of men had started to slow, she could feel the weight of the cum covering her when she breathed. Her uniform was ruined, the top being used as a cumrag, and the skirt drenched from everything on her body. It drooled out of her and dripped off of her, leaving puddles on the floor. Still she reached out when one would walk by, eager for more.
The team had finished with her, and they left her there to lay in her mess while they finished packing up. After the last echo of shouts or locker doors had faded, she still lay there, occasionally rubbing herself or scooping up more cum to eat. After some time, the door squeaked open and another figure approached. Coach Riley dropped a bag at the end of the bench and started one of the showers. “Oh, Christine,” he said to himself, “If we had won, it would have been different. But I had to honor the pact.” She turned her head toward him as he spoke. “Let’s get you cleaned up and into some fresh clothes.” He started to lift her up, and she groped for his crotch. The haze was clearing, but she was still hungry. “C-coach? Coach Riley?” She muttered as he tried to push her hand away. “I want it. Give it to me.” She said, almost drunkenly, as she grabbed at him again.
He stumbled back, surprised. No one had ever reacted this way. Usually they were just out of it, exhausted, drained. They never remembered, as far as he knew. “Christine, listen, I know you went through a lot, but I can’t.” He stammered, pulling her to the shower. She allowed herself to be pulled along, but groped him again as she stepped forward. “This says you want it, Coach,” She said as she felt him hardening within his pants. “And I want it, want you, too. I have for a very long time,” She continued, as she deftly unbuckled his belt, pressing herself against him. Her voice was husky and raw, and her eyes still unfocused. “Give it to me, Coach. Fuck me like those boys never could.”
Her hand slipped inside his briefs as she spoke, and he groaned as her fingertips brushed over his length. “All this time I spent imagining you asking me to stay after practice, to meet in your office, never imagining just how dirty you really are.” She let his pants fall as she gave him a few tugs, then stepped back. She hooked her thumbs in her ruined skirt and panties, and pushed them to the floor, fully exposing herself to him. She stepped back into the shower and let the water wash the layers of cum off her body. “Use me, Coach. I’m your cum-hungry little fucktoy. Fill me with that thick cock. I can see you want to.”
The Coach grunted, finally overcoming his surprise. “Well, if that’s how you want it, girl,” He said with a rough voice as he dropped his briefs to the floor, releasing his long, fat, prick. It stood fully erect already, and bounced teasingly as he finished stripping. He stepped toward Christine, who moaned with need.” Yes, Coach! I’m your little cumslut, fuck me and feed me your cum!” She cried out as he spun her around, pushing her against the wall of the shower. One rough hand slipped around her and began to knead her breast, the cold metal of his watch sending goosebumps over her body. He pinched her nipple hard as his cock slid between her legs and she let out a yelp of pleasure. “You want to see how I fuck dirty little sluts?” He growled in her ear as he pushed her into the wall again, “It’s not gentle.”
He continued to squeeze her tit hard, mixing pain and pleasure as his other hand moved up to wrap around her throat. The rough, calloused hand clamped down like iron and she felt her throat being forced shut. He began sliding his shaft back and forth over her raw lips, drawing a low groan from her. The cloud continued to lift from her mind, allowing her thoughts to form, to feel more than just cock and cum. She felt the cool brick against her cheek and tit where she was pressed against the wall, the warm weight of the coach’s hairy body pinning her, the slick tile beneath her feet. She felt… Right. This is what she was meant for. She was a fuckdoll, a cumdump, a toy to be used, and she didn’t mind one bit. She wiggled her ass against Coach Riley, teasing him, and he grunted again.
Coach Riley pulled back and shifted his hips to press the tip of his cock against Christine’s lips, and shoved it in. She arched her back and let out a strangled moan as she was stretched again. “Oh, fuck. Yes, coach, yes!” She whispered. His hand tightened around her neck as he began to forcefully drive his rod into her again and again in a steady rhythm. The sound of his hips smacking against her ass echoed in the empty locker room, as did his grunts and her mewling whimpers and moans. She was still extra sensitive and quickly felt an orgasm building. Her legs began to shake, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. His hard thrusts continued as she spasmed and came, her body shaking. He simply gripped her tighter in response, each thrust sending a new wave of sensation through her. Her eyes rolled up and she let out a long moan as her orgasm rolled on, unable to stop it as long as he continued.
Her hands clenched, pressing against the wall in a futile attempt to brace against the overwhelming sensation. The older man soon began to increase his pace, the pressure building within as the naked cheerleader writhed on his cock. Suddenly he stopped, pressing himself deep inside her, his hands tight on her body, as he came hard, cock pulsing as he shot waves of cum inside her wet, young cunt. He was breathing heavily, and though his hands relaxed, his weight still pinned her to the wall as he twitched inside her. He felt cum leaking out of her and down his balls, dripping to the floor. As he caught his breath, he stepped back, his softening member sliding out of her easily, and releasing a gush of jizz to splatter on the floor.
She stood for a moment, then simply collapsed with exhaustion. “Clean yourself up,” he said, pointing at the shower. “I’ve got to get you back to the dorms before anyone asks questions. And make sure you’re early to practice tomorrow, slut.” Christine nodded slowly, sitting up. “Yes, Coach.”
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