Your body trembles inside the diaphanous nightie as the room before you suddenly quiets. The entire Cannondale College football team turns to see who has just entered the weight room they use to prepare for their games.
Your pussy gooshes again as you stand in front of their head cheerleader in the plum-colored baby doll gown. All eyes are on you, each player looking like he would like to devour you right there.
You swallow hard, a lump in your throat as you stare back at the couple dozen half-naked athletes before you.
Some are positioned on the athletic equipment, in the process of stretching in preparation for this afternoon's game. They are shirtless, sweat beginning to glisten on their torsos. Some have just come out of the adjoining showers, thin white towels wrapped around their waists. You see their cocks lurch under the terry when they spy you standing there. Still others were taping the joints of various extremities, sitting on the long lockerroom benches nearest you. You watch as they flex the tape between their hands as they wait for Wendy to speak.
Even though you faced most of them earlier, when you were forced to blow the starting lineup in the middle of the courtyard, you feel differently now, like you might have the upper hand.
A smack to the back of your head reminds you who really has the upper hand. Your chief tormentor, Wendy. You feel her slide her hands along your lingerie-clad curves as she addresses her schoolmates.
"In case you studs needed anymore incentive to annihilate those hayseeds this afternoon.." Wendy smiles wickedly as she brings her hands up to the cleavage-baring vee of your babydoll.
You suddenly feel her rip the bodice of your filmy nightie down the middle and tug the shreds off your shoulders, leaving you naked before the leering ball team.
"Remember, if you win by seven, you get two cheerleaders to do with as you please the next day!" Wendy adds, lowering her head to your shoulder and looking at them tantalizingly as she fondles your left nipple in one hand while she strokes the middle finger of her right hand through the now sopping slit of your shaved pussy.
You are surprised to hear this. The idea of Wendy joining you in the debauchery, coupled with her fingering your needy pussy in front of all these hot, half-naked guys, is enough to make you buckle your knees in orgasm, you cuntlips tightening around Wendy's finger and releasing more creamy ooze.
The guys all whoop and holler, pumping their fists in the air when they realize what her talented fingers have made you do before them.
After Wendy pulls you back down the hall, away from the testosterone-filled weight room, she whispers slyly to you, "I just didn't say which two cheerleaders!"
You feel crushed at this admission, secretly hoping to have enjoyed the orgiastic scene with the cruel beauty.
But you have other concerns.
Where is she taking you now?
--to the opposing team?
--to the refs' lounge?
--to the coach's office?
--to somewhere else?
Time remaining: 47 hrs. |