Chapter 11
Annie Franklin, the Santa Clara Earthquakes' beautiful young trainer, was excited. It wasn't just her pussy this time that felt all hot and tingly, but her whole body was alive with the anticipation of what she was about to do. Rob Jensen had planned the whole thing out so well that it couldn't possibly fail to work. And even if it did, and the Phoenix Falcons' star goalie, Marc LaRue, didn't want to fuck her, she could still get all the cock she wanted from Rob Jensen.
She sighed, remembering just how good Rob's cock had felt as it had fucked up into her hungry pussy. She had been so mad at first, when the whole team had turned up to watch her being screwed silly and then stood in line to fuck her themselves, but then as they had started to fuck her, it had felt so good, and she had wanted cock so much, that she could no longer deny how much she had loved it. In fact, every night since the orgy, she had had someone there to fuck her. She was in cock heaven, and still she wanted more.
Rob Jensen's plans for this afternoon were for the team, but they were very much what she wanted too. Rob Jensen had made sure of that and so far things were working out just great. If everyone did as he was supposed to, things would stay that way.
Since tomorrow was the big home game between the Earthquakes and the Phoenix Falcons, the Falcons had come to the Earthquakes' field to work out. She had watched them, as she was supposed to, until they had quit for the day and gone to the locker room, and then she had waited as one by one they had all left the stadium but the goalie, a Frenchman named Marc LaRue. He was the key to tomorrow's game between the two teams, and she was to make sure that he played the game very badly tomorrow, just the way the Earthquakes wanted him to play, Annie's pussy quivered at the thought of how they were going to insure his cooperation and she hastened her steps through the Falcons' locker room toward the bathroom, where the young, unsuspecting Frenchman was showering.
The very forbidden action of entering the Falcons' facilities and what she was going to do there was terribly exciting to her, and she felt her nipples harden and her pussy became wet with hotly seeping juices.
Yes, she wanted to be fucked now-by anyone who wanted to put his cock into her and in every position that had ever been invented, utilizing every perversion known to man. The fact that this Frenchman was a total stranger made it more obscene. She wanted to be fucked and sucked by him, and to fuck and suck him in turn! She wanted cock, big cock and little cock, all sizes and manner of cock! She was a new woman since the other night with the team, living for carnal fulfillment, needing to cum as others need drugs or alcohol. A new and better cum each time was her ultimate goal in life now; she knew that as well as she knew her own name.
Quickly, Annie padded through the main locker room and slid open the door to the men's shower. The sound of the shower increased as she stepped inside and crossed the big tiled room to the last stall. Through the opaque glass, she could see a thick-set form, and she knew that it was the Falcons' goalie, Marc LaRue, in there. From the center of the silhouette, there protruded a thick hardness that could only be his hugely erect cock. Then she saw his hand moving slowly over the expanse, back and forth, back and forth.
He was jacking himself off!
A twinge of excitement raced through Annie's rapidly inflaming loins, and she squeezed her legs tightly together to press the lips of her cunt close and make new tingles of pleasure course through her pussy. She stripped naked quickly, watching as her nipples hardened against the cool air, then she reached out and grasped the handle of the glass door and jerked it wide.
Marc was in profile under a thin, hot stream of water, his face twisted in rapture as his thick hand moved rapidly over the breadth of his cock, the smooth muscles of his belly and his hips twitching whitely under the cleansing torrent of the water. The sound of the door being wrenched open caused the Falcons' goalie to freeze with his palm around the thickness of his heavily pulsing cock and the passion on his face changed to shocked surprise as he beheld the smiling face of the opposing team's trainer framed in the doorway.
"Well, well," she tittered. "Looks as if I caught the big soccer goalie playing with his prick in the shower." Her words were mocking, but yet tinged with a growing excitement as she looked at his turgid shaft jutting out below the hard muscles of his belly.
"Merde alors" Marc, recognizing the trainer of the Earthquakes, shouted as he released his cock. "Mais qu'est ce qui ce passe?" he said angrily in his native tongue and then realizing that she didn't understand what he was saying, he spoke in English. "You've got no right to-"
He stopped suddenly seeing the nakedness of the trainer of the team he was going to play against tomorrow, and the building passion in her eyes. He licked his lips hungrily as his eyes feasted on the alabaster loveliness of the trainer's nakedly trembling body, the rigidity of her swollen nipples, the glistening wetness of her pussy. His cock leaped, throbbing heavily, as in his mind he imagined what he would like to do to her succulent little cunt.
He said huskily, "Come on in, if you want. There's plenty of room."
"My name's Annie," she said, smiling lazily at him, and then stepped over the threshold, under some of the splashing hot spray of the shower. The water felt good on her fevered skin, and she moved further under the shower, closer to Marc, letting the thundering water harden her nipples even more as it beat down on her body. Then she lowered her eyes, letting her gaze rest on the thickly pulsing cock which belonged to the Phoenix Falcons' star goalie.
She wanted it. She wanted to take his huge prick between her eagerly ovaled lips and suck the scalding cum right out of his balls. The thought was deliciously licentious, a thing only a truly emancipated woman of the flesh would do, and that made it all the more lewd and made her cunt fire out of control.
"Marc," she whispered. "Marc, how would you like me to take your cock into my mouth and suck you dry? Would you like that, Marc?"
"Sacre bleu!" exclaimed the French goalie, and his hand went back to his bloated prick again almost reflexively. He commenced to stroke the foreskin back and forth as a little droplet of juice oozed out of the eye to moisten the purplish knob of the head. "Yes, Annie, yes, I'd like you to suck my cock!"
Annie watched fascinatedly as Marc stroked his heavily throbbing cock, and her pink tongue came out to moisten her hot lips. The hard needle spray of the shower head beat down on their bodies, beading wetness on their shoulders and hair and faces. The water rolled over Marc's pumping hand and his hard, fleshy instrument, catching the fluorescent light of the shower room in reflected silver winks. Her eyes hotly drank in the cum-and-water wet head of Marc's prick, and she knew she had to take it into her mouth-now, right now! She dropped with a small cry onto her knees, positioning her mouth directly in front of the swollen glans, washing her lips with her tongue in anticipation.
She reached out slowly and with the tips of her fingers she began to stroke the swinging sac of his cum-bloated balls while he continued to jerk off, and the water poured warmly over their naked bodies.
Then Annie's head darted forward and her tongue flashed out like a striking snake, and she took the smooth, rubbery head between her lips, tongue swirling over the dripping eye, sharp teeth nibbling the ridges hungrily. Marc cried out in delight, and his hand beat faster and faster on his cock, his eyes glazing, his muscular belly quivering with the prurient sensations that flashed through him. He was going to cum, he knew it; he was going to cum pretty damned soon.
Annie drew more of his huge prick deep into her hot, warm, cavernous mouth, reveling in the clean odor of Marc's body after his shower, her nose pressed against the thick curling bristles of his pubic hair. His cock was hot and wet and piquant in her buttery mouth, and she sipped at his scalding nectar greedily, like a child with a peppermint stick, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. She cupped his cum-laden balls with her hand, kneading them tenderly as she strove to milk his prick. He fucked his hips forward, at the same time lowering his other hand to the back of her head, the tip of his cock slamming against the back of her throat.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh!" she moaned around the huge dick.
"That's it, baby, that's the way!" Marc mewled. "Oooooohhhh, your mouth is so soft, soooooo soofffftttttt. Oooooooooo!"
Her head moved back and forth slavishly over the thick shaft now, her tongue running wetly around and around the slimy tip, feeling the shower spray mat her hair to her skull and to her face and run down over her hugely quivering tits. Annie could feel the head of Marc LaRue's huge male cock slam time and again against the roof of her mouth, and his cum-filled balls in her cupped hand seemed to grow heavier and heavier as the moment of his cum grew near. Her lips suckled wetly, as she strove to draw the very essence of the French goalie's being from his cock and into her own eagerly waiting throat.
Soon now, just a few more moments. And then, suddenly, a man's voice said huskily: "Goddamn, will you look at that! She's really giving-you a head job, Marc. And you're not doing so bad yourself."
Annie's eyes flew open, and she looked up to see the nude figure of the Earthquakes' goalie, Rob Jensen, standing in the stall doorway. His cock, as she watched, seemed to grow harder and harder until it stood out from his loins like a quivering pole. Annie stared at Rob's dick as she sucked and licked Marc's cock. She thought excitedly, I want Rob's beautiful prick inside me again too, fucking me, fucking my cunt, while I suck Marc's cum out of his cock! I want that big cock of his burrowing all the way up into my belly, ramming into me like a hot poker.
"Goddamn it, Jensen," panted Marc as he levered his hips forward to fuck his heavily throbbing cock hard into Annie's ovaled mouth, and seemingly unsurprised by the presence of the opposing team's goalie. He removed his beating hand from his cock and wrapped it in her hair, pulling her face harder and harder against his groin. "I'm almost ... there. I'm going to cum ... any minute now!"
"The hell you are," Jensen grinned. "Not until I join in on this little scene. I've fucked Annie before and my balls are aching for anther piece of her hot little pussy. Look at Annie's eyes, will you, LaRue? She wants my cock fucking in her, just like yours is in her mouth. Isn't that right, Annie honey?"
Mesmerized, Annie nodded as her suckling lips worked around LaRue's deeply screwing prick. She cradled his cum-swollen balls in both her hands tenderly. A tremendous excitement was boiling within her at the thought of Rob's huge, cunt-splitting cock fucking mercilessly into her pussy. Fuck me, Rob! her brain cried out to him, the silent message reflected in her pleading, lust-crazed eyes. Fuck me, Rob Jensen. Please fuck me while I'm sucking Marc LaRue's cock!
"Mon Dieu!" said Marc, the ravaging force of her lips around his prick creating an agonizing pleasure in his cock. "She wants you to fuck it into her pussy now, sure as hell!"
"Looks like she's ready for a good time, doesn't it?"
"Dieu, yes. I will be lucky if I can walk for a week after the sucking she's giving my cock." Marc laughed obscenely at his own joke, and then, as Annie nipped at his cockhead on the outstroke of her ovaling lips, he cried out: "Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhhh! Goddamn, she gives a head job like nobody I've ever had before, not even my wife, and she's about the best in the country!"
Jensen grinned lewdly. "From the expression on your face, LaRue, I'd better get my prick into that hot little pussy of hers right now. You're going to pop your wad any second."
"Christ, that's ... no lie. I'll be lucky if I ... don't blow her head off with my load!"
Rob Jensen took two steps forward and knelt down beside Annie, running his hands over her sensuously throbbing tits, tweaking the nipples, marveling at the shower-wet softness of the huge globes. Then he looked up at Marc LaRue and said, "Get down here on the floor with us."
Marc obediently sank down onto the tile floor of the stall as Rob pushed Annie onto her side. Not once did she allow the great stave of the French goalie's prick to escape her madly sucking lips, and the cascading water on her cheeks only served to heighten her pleasure-giving suckings. Then Rob was spreading her legs, running an exploratory finger along the wet slit of her soft blonde pussy furrow, up over the water-matted hair of her cunt, then back to slowly massage the distended nub of her clit. Annie mewled in delight around LaRue's cock. Her head was turned slightly under him, now, and she could no longer feel the cascading water on her features; but the hard muscles of Marc's belly quivered against her forehead as he drove his hips down and forward to fuck his cock hard and deep into her milking mouth.
Rob had screwed one of his fingers into her wet pussy, and was worming it around inside her, causing low mewls of pleasure to be emitted from Annie's throat. Why doesn't he put Ms cock in me? she thought, and she wanted to tell him to fuck her, fuck her now! But the taste of the French goalie's thickly throbbing cock was too good to permit even the most momentary release of it from her warmly nibbling lips.
But as if understanding her silent plea, Rob removed his invading finger, and, seconds later, Annie felt the hotly pulsing head of his cock against her belly as he fitted himself to her body, lying on his side with his head cradled against her tits.
He took one of the twin, water-beaded globes with its diamond-like nipple between his lips, and began to ravish it with his tongue and his teeth, eliciting further whimpers from Annie's pleasure-racked body. Then he was reaching down between their tightly fitted forms to grasp the hard surface of his prick and guide it toward the soft, curl-rimmed lips of her waiting cunt mouth.
Annie felt the head of Rob's cock brush over the soft, hair-lined lips of her pussy and she pressed forward hard, endeavoring to draw the hardened weapon into her yearning passage. She felt the tip slip between the parted lips, enter an inch or two into her cunt, and then Rob lifted her right leg with the palm of his hand and drew it over his. She locked her thigh around his ass, exposing her pussy furrow to the pounding spray of the shower nozzle and opening her cunt mouth wide around the head of his cock. The hotly stinging play of the water on her exposed cunt sent ripples of lust shooting like needles along her loins and into the pit of her belly.
Suddenly, Rob jerked his ass forward with a cruel, savage fuck and buried his prick all the way into the hot, clasping walls of her pussy, battering its bloated head against her cervix with merciless force.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaahhhhhh!" she wailed, and her mouth tightened around LaRue's cock, sinking her sharp little teeth into the ridged flesh in a reflexive action. He screamed in a high-pitched wail of agony, and unleashed a torrent of obscenities even as she released him and licked and sucked his cock gently to atone for the accidental biting. But that wasn't enough for LaRue, and he levered forward with a vicious thrust that threatened to strangle her with his heavily throbbing dick.
Rob was fucking into her pussy hard now, driving his loins against hers, his lips madly sucking her tits and his one hand cupping and stroking her asscheeks as he screwed into her. Annie felt his cock along the sensitive walls of her cunt, harder and harder, his balls slapping with resounding thuds in the wet expanse of her crotch and against the ravished brown ring of her asshole.
Annie reached around behind her, into the crevice between her trembling asscheeks, to locate and fondle the swinging, cum-filled balls as they bounced against her soft, hair-lined flesh. LaRue was screwing his cock into the warm, wet grotto of her mouth with increasing fervor, panting and wheezing like a long-distance runner at the end of a race, his muscular belly beating a steady tattoo against Annie's forehead and wet, matted hair as he fucked his cock between her ovaling lips.
"Love it ... love to fuck your face!" he crooned obscenely. "Love to fuck ... your soft, warm mouth...!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh!" she mumbled her agreement, lapping and sucking at his pistoning weapon as Rob fucked into her cunt.
Oh God, she thought, oh God, this is so wonderful! Nothing was ever this good. Even the other day with the whole team was not this good. I have two big huge cocks inside me, fucking my mouth and fucking my cunt ... this is probably the most wonderful moment of my life. I have to make them' cum together, cum when I do, fill my mouth and my belly with their hot, boiling cum simultaneously. Lord, the only thing which could make this moment even better would be a third cock inside me, fucking my asshole while these others are fucking me. Yes, another cock-Will Barnes's cock!
The sudden salacious thought drove Annie on to newer heights of desire, even though she was sure such a beautiful thing as Will joining in this lust-gratifying assault on her flesh would not happen. Her mouth worked with insane speed around Marc's fucking cock as he jerked and twisted over her, and her hips swirled in a circular, erotic love dance as she ground her pelvis tighter to Rob's hot, hairy belly, endeavoring to pull all of his huge prick into her insatiable cunt with her hungrily clasping pussy. But even in spite of the fact that she was reveling in the battering, pistoning cocks of the two soccer players, she was still thinking about the handsome left wing, Will, and how perfect, how marvelously lovely, it would be to have his cock at the same time fucking deep up inside her hungry back passage.
Will felt Peggy's soft but eager hand caressing his flaccid cock, lifting it out of the wrinkled hammock of his balls to rub it vigorously. He opened his eyes and looked at her. She was smiling brightly at him as she fondled his cock and at the same time rubbed her finger tantalizingly over her tiny, oscillating clit.
"Come on, Willie Boy," she whispered to him. "Get that nice big cock of yours hard so we can fuck again. That last fuck only gave me half the screwing I'm going to need today, and my cunt's on fire for some more right now!"
Will felt his cock begin to stir, under her teasing manipulations, and he knew that if they didn't stop soon he would have to fuck her. But he didn't want to now. He had promised her one quick fuck after all of the team had left, then they would go find out what Annie and Rob Jensen were up to. They had seen them talking after the workout, and after the Falcons had all cleared out of the stadium for the day, Will had seen Annie walking toward their locker room. He was sure that she'd gone in there, but he couldn't think of any reason why she would do that. She and Rob Jensen had to be up to something, and with the big game coming up tomorrow, he wanted to know what it was.
"Hurry, baby!" Peggy urged, stroking Will's prick harder as she fought to make it rigid enough to shove into her hot, waiting pussy. "I want that big cock of yours fucked up all the way to my belly, lover baby. Peggy can't wait much longer."
Will struggled up onto his knees, then gained his feet. Peggy moved with him, her hand remaining on his prick, stroking and rubbing it into a half-erection. Her eyes glittered hotly, staring at the cock in her hand, and her fingers began to work faster and faster in her own cunt, twirling the rigid clit mercilessly as her fires burned hotter and hotter.
"Just a couple of more seconds, honey. Then it'll be hard enough for us to fuck!"
"Not yet," Will muttered, looking around the Earthquakes' locker room for a towel. He found one and wrapped it around his body and walked from the Earthquakes' locker room to the Falcons' locker room.
Annie was not there, and he wondered bleakly where she had gone. He was sure he'd seen her go in there. Well, maybe he had been wrong. "Well, it doesn't really matter," he supposed.
"What doesn't?" Peggy asked from behind him.
"I wanted to see where your sister had gone," he told her.
"Who cares? All I want is your cock," she crooned excitedly. "Come on and fuck your cock in my pussy."
"Wait a minute!" he admonished her, but the idea was sounding better and better. He could feel his cock beginning to jerk in anticipation. "Just let me check the shower room," he said, as he opened the door and stepped inside, Peggy a half-step behind him with her hand reaching for his cock. He heard the sound of the shower cascading down, and then other sounds assailed his ears-moaning grunts of passion, the harsh pounding of flesh against flesh-and his eyes sought out and found the open door to the shower stall. He froze, his cock leaping into a throbbing hardness that even Peggy's teasing fingers could not have brought about at that moment, and the dark-haired teenager's eyes followed his to the tile floor of I the shower. She, too, stood immobile.
"Hot shit!" she breathed. "Will you look at that."
Will could scarcely breathe, for there was a constriction in his chest that seemed to be blocking the intake of air into his lungs. Even I as he watched, he could hardly believe the lewd fucking that was taking place beneath the hot needle point spray of the cascading shower. There was the Earthquakes' trainer, unmistak ably Annie, spread out with her body tightly pressed to that of goalie Rob Jensen. Rob's cock was fucking deeply into her cunt with brutal strokes, and her legs were locked over his hips as she pumped in tune to his thrusts. The short, muscular form of the Falcons' French goalie, Marc LaRue, was kneeling over the lovely trainer's lust-contorted face, the length of his cock fucking between her hotly sucking lips.
God, it was unbelievable!
And yet, it was terribly, perversely exciting! Willie felt his breath tear from his throat in ragged gasps as the sight of their lewd actions and the sounds of their mutual fucking, amplified by the steady rhythm of the water, filled his brain. His cock was pounding with hot emanations of desire, his balls aching with the build-up of a new load of cum. He had never dreamed that such debauchery, such wanton depravity, could arouse him so much, that the sight of Annie being simultaneously fucked by two men as she had been the week before by the Earthquakes could be so completely stimulating. But it was, undeniably so.
Beside him, eighteen-year-old Peggy said, "Jesus Christ, my sister sure knows how to fuck up a storm. She's really giving it to both Rob and Marc!"
"Yes," Will managed to agree. "Oh God, yes. Yes!"
"Come on, Will, let's get a bit of it ourselves," urged Peggy and her hand reached out around his painfully jerking prick and led him forward into the stall. "We can fit in here, you and me. We'll fuck each other while we watch them. You can fuck me in my asshole, dog-fashion, so neither of us will miss anything at all."
Join them! Up her asshole! The two phrases swirled in Will's brain until they fused and became one hot, singular thought. Man, that was just what he would do I Annie liked to fuck and he was going to really give it to her just like the others had the other day in the Earthquakes' locker room while he and Dick had been busy with Peggy. He had to be part of it this time, had to empty his own cum into her body as the other men were about to empty theirs.
His eyes feasted on the blonde trainer's nakedly writhing asscheeks and on the puckered brown ring of her asshole winking at him through the beaded sheen of water from the shower. His cock was swollen to an immense size now and throbbed painfully with the need to fuck, He had never screwed a woman in any way except in the cunt and yet these other men were fucking Annie, in all the ways he had always wanted to fuck. This time he was going to have a little fun himself.
Will, breathing with uncontrollable lust now, wrenched his cock from Peggy's grasp, and ignoring her gasping protest, stepped forward , with his prick held heavily in his hand. "Annie," he shouted above the rushing water. "This is Will! I'm going to fuck you in the ass hole, Annie. Do you hear me? I'm going to shove my cock so far up your ass that you'll feel it in your throat! Do you hear what I'm saying to you, Annie? I'm going to fuck you in the asshole while these others are fucking your mouth and your pussy."
Annie had known Will was there even before she heard his lewd, obscene words. She had sensed his presence at first, as if the fibers of her being were so aroused that they could sense the entrance of other human beings from the moment they entered.
The knowledge of Will's being there, watching her being screwed by Rob Jensen and the Falcons' goalie, was tremendously and maddeningly erotic to Annie's sex-drugged brain. Her head bobbed up and down around LaRue's pistoning prick like a demoniacal yoyo, and her hips churned the drenching water to a foam as if she were a dog shaking herself after being caught in the rain. The muscles in her pussy milked Rob's jackhammer-like tool mercilessly, matching him stroke for stroke.
Then Annie heard Will cry out his intentions to her, and the words added still more to her feverish actions. Her wish was going to come true! She was going to have Will's cock, a third cock, inside her after all!
She wanted to tell him how happy she was that he, too, was going to fuck her at this moment, but that would have meant she had to re lease Marc's prick, and she did not deign to do that. Instead, she let her mind scream her assent in a telepathic message: Yes, my darling Will, fuck me; fuck my asshole! Shove your beautiful hard cock up my ass. I want you to be the third prick fucking into me, making me insane with cumming when you all cum inside me as I cum with you.
She felt Will kneel behind her then, felt his hands on the wet, slippery globes of her asscheeks. He spread the wavering moons wide, and Annie could imagine the lustful gaze on his face as he stared at the winking brownness of her asshole and at the sawing action of Rob's hard, thick cock as it fucked wetly in and out of her greedily milking cunt. And then, his hard, cum-slick cock was pressing against one of the globes of her ass. Oh God, Annie thought, it's so hard, so wonderfully hard. I can't wait for it to ram into me!
Willie stretched out behind her, hands caressing her back, his head ducked so that his lips were glued to the feathery soft skin below her shoulder blades. The back of his head brushed against one of LaRue's out-flung supporting hands, but he made no effort to move it. He guided his cock along the shower-wet crevice of her asscheeks, parting it wide and holding the head of his huge prick at the entrance to her asshole. Annie tensed her body for the assault on her rectal tunnel, slowing the workings of her cunt and her mouth around the other two cocks fucking into her for the lewd screwing she was going to get from Will.
And then it happened!
Will levered forward with ferocious intensity, splitting her asshole wide like a gigantic drill cutting through the wall of a mountain, racing along her tight passage with savage pleasurable force.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhaaaaagggghh!" Annie screamed around LaRue's prick with pleasurepain so intense that she experienced flashing, black-bordered circles of light in back of her squeezed shut eyes. But in the next second, after the shock of that initial plunge had worn off and she could feel the hard, hot length of his cock filling her asshole completely, filling every ridge and valley of it with his fabulous weapon, she began to buffet back against it like a rutting animal, flinging her ass against Will's forward fucking pelvis with wanton abandon. Her cunt was milking Rob's cock again as she drove back, then forward, then back, then forward, feeling the two cocks surge into her parallel passages with only the thin membrane between her pussy and rectal walls separating them. Almost immediately, Will and Rob Jensen were fucking her in unison, their cocks withdrawing at the same time, plunging forward at the same time-and Annie's hips and pelvis were continual blurs of motion as she heaved back and forth between the two cocks. Her head was churning madly around LaRue's hugely bulging prick, nibbling and biting the head, burrowing her nose in his hot, wet, wiry pubic hair as he thrust his jiggling hips down to drive the cudgel still deeper. His belly pumping against her face was somehow comforting, somehow lewdly enticing as she suckled and licked his burgeoning cock.
"Fuck me," she managed to gurgle out around the invading monster. "Fuckkkkkkk mmmmmmmmeeeeeeee!"
And they fucked her-hard, mercilessly, with the precision built of lust. Three cocks, all of them screwing into her body, all of them nearing the explosion point; three sets of soft, cum-filled balls bouncing against her asscheeks and her crotch and her wet, dripping chin. Three men fucking her, ready to cum as she was ready to cum, ready to send her soaring out of the universe.
Which one first? Annie thought as her cum spiraled higher and higher, almost reaching the crest, the explosion, now. Which one of these three cocks will cum first? Which one of my holes will be filled first by their hot, slippery cum-juices? I don't care, not really, but I do hope Willie is last. I want him to be the last to cum.
Suddenly, all at once, Marc LaRue cried out: "I'm ... I'm going to ... to cccuuummmmmm!"
The words ended in a high, screeching, banshee-like wail, and Annie felt the first stream of white-hot fire leap along the passage of his rampaging cock, and the huge prick began a wild, convulsive jerking that flooded Annie's madly convulsing mouth with gush after gush of scalding juice, bulging her cheeks outward with each torrential gush until she was forced to swallow wildly to keep from choking. The hard cockhead battered against her throat and she mewled and crooned and brought her hand around to rub his balls in an effort to increase the amount of the hot, boiling cum exploding into her mouth.
And then Rob's fingers dug into her sides and his cock jerked forward, out of control like some vibrating instrument of destruction in the tender confines of her soft, warm pussy. Oh God, oh God, oh God! Annie purred to herself as the second cock in succession began spewing fiery white cream into her, filling her womb with the hotly jetting liquid, overflowing her hungrily milking pussy as LaRue's cum was overflowing her mouth. Annie was almost in a state of delirium as her lips and her cunt passage clasped and sucked every last drop of the burning juice from Rob's and LaRue's wildly fucking pricks. She wanted to cum too-she was almost there, approaching the pinnacle-but not until her Will came, not until he, too, was emptying his hot juices into her asshole. She had to help him, had to make him cum while the others were spilling their cum.
She buffeted her beautiful white hips back against Will's deeply fucking cock, kneading the great shaft with the strong, accustomed muscles of her asshole. Then she reached behind her and located the cum filled sac of his balls and tickled them with the tip of her finger as he fucked into her. Will was making little sounds against her back, unintelligible sounds of sheer lust, as he strove to achieve his cum. He sensed Annie's nearness to cumming, and she sensed his, and together they climbed to the pinnacle, higher, higher, higher ... They reached it together.
"Aaaaaaaiiiiiiigggggggggg!" Annie cried out as the tremendous flood tide of her mindbending cum surged through her body.
"Ooooooooaaaaaagggghhhhh!" Will screamed against her soft, resilient flesh as the first needle-thin streams of his juices gushed through his channel, shuddering upward from his pounding balls, and spilled like white-hot jets of flame into the deep, dark recesses of his trainer's bowels.
The four players in this lewd, perverted sex play heaved and bucked on the wet, slippery floor of the shower stall, the hot water from the nozzle spraying down on their lust-incited bodies. Annie was mindless, soulless, bodyless; there was nothing for her in that moment, as three cocks emptied their cum into her from three different openings, nothing but the muscle-contracting sensation of rapture and bliss which had consumed her very essence and surpassed anything she had ever known before
... and the lewd, cunt-moistening thought that she had all night now to fuck the Falcons' goalie out of his mind and insure an Earthquake win on the morrow added all the more to her joy. That made her really a part of the team, and her contribution to victory would be just as great as that of any of the players out there on the field. In fact, she grinned lewdly and reached over to stroke the heavily breathing Frenchman's balls, her contribution might be the most important of all....
"Honey, I'm sorry, but I'll be gone for a few more weeks," Tom Franklin said over the telephone. "You know how hectic it is this time of year." He sighed into the receiver.
"Oh, Tom, I've been so looking forward to some really good fucking this weekend!" Annie sounded heartbroken, but then Tom couldn't see the lewd smile that had suddenly spread across her beautiful face. "I've been so lonely here without you. Peggy's here, but you know another woman can't make my pussy feel good like you can."
"Oh, baby, wow! I'll try to get home as soon as I can!" Tom exclaimed hotly.
"I love you," she whispered as he hung up the phone.
With her eyes sparkling mischievously, Annie placed the receiver down and looked around the living room at all the grinning faces looking up at her. Yes, she would miss her husband, because she loved him. But she had a responsibility to her team, the Santa Clara Earthquakes. They would be the healthiest-and happiest-soccer team in the entire Western League!