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Iwatch, hard as a rock, yet unwilling to join the hottest spectacle I’ve ever seen. My Lily, the nerd, letting my team cover her with cum.
“Fucking hot,” Nate groans, in the same predicament as me.
He hasn’t tried her mouth yet. In fact, he hasn’t so much as freed his cock.
“Not joining in, huh?”
He grins. “There’s another nerd I intend to play with later.”
Ha; the shy one.
I tilt my head. “You think she’ll let you?”
“Fuck yeah. She can be our team player next time we want to win a game.”
I snort, trying to picture Olivia in Lily’s place.
“If you say so.”
“How about you?” he asks. “I would have thought you’d be the first in line, given that you organized this.”
I smile. Lily lets go of the shaft to bring her hands to the bench, sitting up. Then she tilts her head back and opens her mouth, ready for whoever comes next.
Good girl.
The team cheers, hoots, and the poor goalie goes cross-eyed as her tongue dips out. Then she moves.
He lasts five seconds, which is respectable, given the circumstances.
“Lily, Lily!” they start chanting, clapping their hands.
I enthusiastically join the cheering, one fist around my cock.
This is it. This is what I was expecting all along, what I was looking for from that first moment when a chick in a wig almost ran me down with her 3D printer.
Somehow, I must have instinctively known she’d be like this.
Why else would I have been fascinated from the start, and never stopped looking?
Lily loves being the center of attention. She loves performing. It took a lot of pushing and pulling and demanding, but there is no denying that she absolutely loves this blowbang.
Pete moves out of the way, replaced by Liam, and Rob steps behind him, to lower his cock to her pussy. She doesn’t protest, too busy sucking Liam’s soul out of his cock, but I narrow my eyes. I was clear: no one’s fucking her cunt today.
Rob hasn’t forgotten my warning: he only runs the tip up and down her folds, again and again, while Lily’s hips seek it, clearly seeking friction.
She’s getting desperate, which is just how I want her. Rob barely gives her an inch of the tip and she wants to get fucked hard.
He comes on her filthy stomach, leaving her lower half unattended, and no one jumps to fill the space; they’ve all emptied their balls at least once, though most came back for seconds.
My turn.
I take my time, removing her ankle boots, then her tights, before bringing her legs to my shoulders.
She watches me, her mouth still full of cock, as I slowly enter her, fixed on her green eyes. This is exactly how I wanted her: unhinged, free, and mine.
I’d like to pretend I manage gentleness, but her cunt’s fucking drenched, and so tight, I almost lose it right there. Besides, Lily doesn’t want or need gentleness after being used for two hours. The state of her folds make it clear.
I fuck her harder, faster as she finishes Liam with her mouth, then it’s just the two of us while everyone watches.
She sits up and I lean forward to press my mouth to hers, lifting her up by the elbow as I move to sit underneath and thrust upward with desperate need.
Back curved, she jumps up and down to meet my hips, my legs slapping against her ass as I single-mindedly drive us closer to madness.
How many pussies have I fucked? Hundreds.
Not to mention dozens of assholes. They all fade into the background compared to this moment, with the only woman I’ve ever thought of for more than a day.
I know, even before my cock explodes inside her folds, that I’ll keep thinking of her tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that.