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Baby's Incorporated, Part 10
by GuyzGoNakieFiorMe
Outside the box, his buds from the football team were already lined up, ready to take their turn with the groupie slut who'd volunteered her mouth and ass to the team, not realizing who their whore REALLY was. He'd been warned by the Coach not to speak or reveal in any way who it was they really were about to fuck -- and Coop as all to willing to keep this horrible secret. Even worse, the silicon milker that had coaxed load after load from Coach Capiletti's unwilling balls was now attached to his own phallus. Heated and automatically lubing his pole every 30 seconds as it hummed and gripped around him, Coop truly felt like a whore as his erect cock betrayed him.
Jess Spencer had already dumped a huge load across his tongue, painting his face in the process, and his ass-cherry had been taken by the latino football stud he'd once called his best friend. Now Coach Capiletti was asking, "Who's next? Step up boys. This bitch is hungry!"
There was laughing, high-fiving, the sound of large young palms slapping against broad muscular backs. Bobby Wagner stepped up to the hole nearest Coop's mouth. He had curly blond shoulder length hair, and his deep tan made him look more like a surfer that a football player. When he broke into a grin, two dimples were chiseled into his cheeks. Now he was grinning that grin.
"Girl, here's what i want you to do. Trace your tongue from my balls to the head of my dick. I want you to worship this cock before you suck it!"
He crouched beside the box, gripping the ends with two hands. He lowered his fat, lemon-sized nuts onto the slut's tongue and released a sigh as he felt her trace over their surface. Each nut was protected by a platinum blond nest of blond fur and Coop really had to work to make them wet.
"Atta girl!", Bobby encouraged, "that's real nice!"
Coop slurped wetly, and the sound was both delicious and obscene, sending a bunch of the football players fishing into their jockstraps to pull out their cocks. Bobby shifted so that his balls pulled free of the whore's mouth and now the hungry tongue was tracing up the tumescent cockshaft. Coop paused mid-way up as his tongue made contact with the rifer of salty-sweet precum dripping down the shaft.
"A little taste of what's to cum baby… if you keep doing what you're doing!", Bobby smirked.
Shifting a final time, Bobby placed his cock knob against the "girl's" lips.
"Kiss it baby…Just keep kissing it."
Coops lips preesed softly against the head at first, lips parting slowly with each successive kiss. Bobby watched in dumbfounded amazement as the whore kept taking more of his dick in "her" mouth with heath kiss.
"Aw fuck, he said, his eyes rolling back in his head, "She is gobbling my dick right up!"
Staring ahead, Coop could see the beautiful fluffy halo of blond curls at the base of the fat cockshaft, forcing his throat to relax so that he could bury his nose in their downy softness. As he got closer, he could see his teammate's ridged abs tighten with each swallow, until at last his lower lip was buffered against the fullness of Bobby Wagner's ballsac and his nose was buried in the Ivory Snow- freshness of his golden pubes.
"Yeah girl, that's fuckin' awesome", Bobby screamed as he began to throatfuck his prone and disguised quarterback.
Justin Donatelli, took that as his cue to step up to the back hole and take his turn. "Keep her busy there, Bobby," Justin called out, "and she'll never know what just hit her.
Justin was 6'4, dark hair, dark eyes, furry buddy. He'd been the first one on the block to grow pubes. He'd had a five 'o'clock shadow in the sixth grade. He had as much testosterone coursing thru his veins as he had blood. but he was amazingly gentle with the whore… at first.
He traced his hands over her sweet ass-cheekslike he was petting a small rabbit. He gently parted them, spit onto the pretty pink hole and slipped two long, Italian fingers inside. Though her mouth was full of Bobby Wagner's cock, he could sworn that she gently moaned when he fingered her.
"You like that babydoll? Then you are going to love this…"
His cock was nearly purple as he pressed the fist-sized knob agains the hole.
"Don't be frightened, babydoll, I won't hurt you…much"
Grabbing the box for leverage, Justin pushed forward. Her ass was already broken in, prelubed with the cum of his team mate, so Justin didn't need to push nearly as hard as he would have liked. As he shoved himself into the fire-oven warmth of her asshole, he imagined what it would have been like to take her ass dry. Still, this little whore accepted his mammoth cock. Was she pushing back to take more. Shit yeah she was!
The milker around Coop McLaughlin's cock increased its speed just as the studs on either end started to ream his holes.
"Her throat is bottomless," Wagner called across to Donatelli.
"This bitch is milking my dick like she was trained for it," Donatelli said, swallowing.
Once again, Coop McLaughlin was working both ends, determined to make both team mates cum at the same time. But he felt Donatelli pull out. What was going on.
Donatelli was now beside Wagner.
"Just let her suck on the knob", he instructed.
Swirling his tongue in agonizing circle's around Bobby's cock head, it didn't take long till he was on the edge.
"Open your fucking mouth WIDE bitch", Donatelli barked
Coop extended his tongue and opened wide just in time to feel TWO cock knobs side b side against his lips. An arm around one another for balance, Bobby Wagner and Justin Donatelli started shooting their loads into the whore's mouth at the same time.
"Fuck Yeah."he heard from two different voices as two thick cum streams hosed his mouth.
"Lean your head back bitch, don't lose any. And don't swallow till I say so" Justin barked.
Coop's mouth was quickly filling, almost to the brink, with cum.
Suddenly he heard clicks; saw flashes. Coop realized his overflowing mouth was being preserved, digitally, door posterity.
"Now swallow, whore"
Coop gulped it back, choking as much as he could down, but some overflowed his lips and glazed his chin.
Justin scooped it up and fed it to him, letting the submissive little slut lick his finger clean.
"Say thank you, bitch" Justin ordered.
Knowing he could never speak, Coop McLaughlin did the only thing he COULD do. He gratefully kissed Justin Donatelli's spit and cum glazed finger.
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