MasukI couldn’t answer…Tyler’s shaft was still sliding lazily over my tongue, keeping my mouth full but a desperate, muffled moan escaped around him, my body clenching involuntarily at the words.Marcus pressed forward slowly, the blunt head forcing against the ring already stretched around Jake. The pressure built, burning, impossible…until Jake shifted his hips just enough to make room, and Marcus breached me with a slow, relentless push.The stretch was overwhelming. White-hot fire exploded through me as the second cockhead popped past the ring, sliding in alongside Jake’s. Inch by thick inch, he worked deeper, both of them groaning at the impossible tightness, my ass forced to accommodate two hard shafts at once.“Fuck…feel that?” Jake hissed through clenched teeth. “She’s squeezing us so goddamn hard.”My scream came out choking around Tyler’s cock as they both bottomed out…two cocks buried to the hilt in my ass, stretching me beyond anything I’d ever felt. Full didn’t even begin to d
He didn’t wait, with one brutal thrust, he buried himself balls-deep inside me, stretching me wide, filling me so completely my moan came out loud and broken. “Fuck, yes…listen to that greedy pussy sucking me in,” he growled, pulling back only to slam forward again, hips slapping against my ass with a sharp crack.He started pounding hard….deep strokes that jolted my whole body forward on the mat. Every thrust shoved me into the grip holding my ponytail, forcing my back to arch deeper. My bound wrists strained behind me as I tried to brace, but there was no leverage, just the relentless slam of his cock driving into me over and over.“God, she’s tight,” Jake grunted, fingers digging bruises into my hips. “Taking every inch like she was made for it.”Another cock nudged my lips then…thick and hard, already leaking. Tyler’s voice, amused and dark. “Open up, cheerleader. You’ve got more than one hole to fill.”I parted my lips instantly, and he pushed in slowly, letting me feel the weig
I hovered right there again, thighs quaking, breath coming in ragged sobs, when the mouth on my pussy slowed to lazy, savoring licks…denying the edge once more.Jake’s voice cut through the haze, rough and dark. “You taste so fucking good, Idia. But we’re nowhere near done with you yet.”The mouth between my legs pulled away just long enough for me to feel the loss like a physical ache, cool air rushing over slick, swollen skin. I whimpered without meaning to, hips chasing nothing, thighs trembling against the hands that still held me open.Then a different mouth took its place.This one was slower, hungrier. Lips sealed over my clit and sucked gently at first, drawing the sensitive bud between them with soft, wet pulls that made my back arch hard against the grip on my ponytail. His tongue flicked fast between my pussy lips….quick, fluttering strokes that had me gasping in broken bursts.At the same time, the mouths on my breasts changed rhythm. One stayed latched deep, sucking in lo
The teasing touches continued…fingertips sliding along the edge of my panties, tracing the damp fabric without pressing in…palms gliding up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts through the top, hot breath fanning over my throat as someone leaned in to inhale against my pulse point.My body felt like it was vibrating, stretched tight on the edge of something huge, suspended in the thick silence broken only by my own uneven breaths and their quiet, appreciative sounds.No one had even really touched me yet….not where I needed it most and I was already coming apart.The blindfold turned every touch into a surprise, every breath into a spark. I was trembling now, small shivers I couldn’t hide, my thighs were still held open by firm hands that refused to let me close them.Then two hands slid fully under my top at the same time…one from each side, pushing the fabric up slowly until it bunched beneath my arms. Cool air rushed over my bare stomach, then higher, until my bre
I hesitated for half a second, then brought my wrists together at my back. The room went quieter….even the drip from a leaky showerhead in the corner seemed louder. Jake stepped behind me, close enough that I felt the warmth of his chest against my shoulder blades. He wrapped the tape once, twice, three times, it was tight, but not cruel. The adhesive pulled at the fine hairs on my arms as he pressed the end down flat.He gave a gentle tug to test it, and my shoulders pulled back involuntarily, chest lifting. A couple of low whistles floated from the circle.Tyler stepped forward next, holding a plain black bandana he’d pulled from his locker. “Eyes too,” he said, almost apologetic, but his grin gave him away. He folded it once, then tied it snug over my eyes. The fabric smelled faintly of laundry detergent and sweat. Darkness swallowed everything….he locker room lights vanished, leaving only the sounds, their breathing, the creak of benches and someone’s cleats scuffing the floor.I
IdiaI stepped into the locker room, the heavy metal door creaking shut behind me with a loud clang that echoed off the tiled walls. The air hit me first…thick with the sharp tang of sweat, mixed with the faint metallic bite of old equipment and the lingering scent of body spray from earlier practices. My sneakers squeaked against the damp floor as I paused just inside the threshold, clutching the straps of my gym bag tighter.The football team was already there, sprawled across the benches in various states of undress. Jerseys hung loosely on hooks, shoulder pads scattered like discarded armor, and towels draped over laps or shoulders.A dozen pairs of eyes turned toward me at once, conversations dying mid-sentence. The room suddenly felt smaller, hotter, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead casting harsh shadows on their grinning faces.Jake, the quarterback, leaned back against a locker, his arms crossed over his broad chest, a slow smirk spreading as he looked me up and down.







