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Baby's Incorporated, Part 11
by GuyzGoNakieFiorMe
The doctor had invited the rest of the football team under quite a different pretext -- an anonymous female groupie wanted to service the team… under two conditions: 1) that nobody could see her face; and 2) that her pussy aws off limits. The team could use her ass and mouth as many times as they wanted, but no pussy.
The four members of the the football team who'd already taken advantage of the groupie-slut were sitting down, catching their breath, getting ready for sloppy seconds. Meanwhile, Adam Polaski strolled up to the whole in a way that could only be described as "cocky" in every way. He was 6'4" of solid, rippling muscle and looked more like the stare of a Greek god than a college football player -- and he knew it. His 9" fucker was already hard, purple and dripping.
"Give it a kiss, whore," he grumbled in a deep bass baritone.
Coop, lipstick smeared, face glued down with two loads of cum, parted his lips around the purple knob and began to worship it with his lips and tongue. He had no choice. The roofs he'd ingested had somehow stopped his will to resist and he had to submit to whatever carnal torture his teammates ordered him to endure.
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. Subliminally he was beginning to associate the delicious feelings on his cock with the action of sucking cock.
"Mmmmm, that's nice," the Polish lineman moaned as Cooper swirled his tongue around the fat mushroom knob. Then he pulled out and did something totally unexpected. Adam Polaski kneeled down to the hole in the box and kissed the mouth of the female groupie.
Coop felt the rough stubble grind against his chin as Adam Polaski slipped his tongue into his mouth. His breath tasted of beer and cigarettes, but still, for some reason it made Cooper McLaughlin's cock throb.
Adam stood back up and said, "Now get back to work, girl," and slipped his knob back between the willingly parted lips. Adam started to buck his hips ever cogently, and with each thrust his cock went in a little further… a little further… until the knob hit the opening to the sluts throat.
"Take a nice deep breath through your nose, girl," was all the warning Coop got before the fat purple knob pierced his gullet and was stuffed into his throat.
The crowd laughed and clapped at the sound of choking as Coop frantically tried to get the cock out of his throat. Each convulsive grip, though, only made a nice tight caress around Adam's fat Polish cock. At last, the lineman pulled back and everyone could hear the bitch in the box frantically gulping in air. They laughed.
"Maybe this could help keep the whore focused," Rusty Harris said, stepping to the rear of the box. The punter was only 5'8, but it was lean hard muscle. A rippling eight-pack adorned the alabaster flesh of the redhead. His smooth chest was capped with puffy pink nipples, and in contrast his cock was rock hard.
Rusty brought his dick to the groupie's asshole. "That ass is so sweet and round," he thought to himself, "and I am going to ruin it."
Though his cock was smaller than those that had fucked the ass earlier, he was determined to fill it like it had never been filled before.
Grabbing the cheeks and parting them, he brought his knob to the soft pink hole, pre-lubd with the cum of his teammates. He stuffed the knob in easily, pausing a moment to enjoy the furnace-heat of her ass. Then, grabbing the edges of the lucite box, he let all 7 inches slide inside. There was slight resistance, but just enough to make her ass nice and tight. Now inside, Rusty began to piston-fuck her ass like a jack-hammer. He was like an animal in heat as he reamed that hole. His teammates watched in awe as the little punter fucked that bitch hard and deep, his eight-pack contracting with each thrust. Somehow, though, he was pacing himself, so he didn't cum too soon. He was determined to make this last and to make this an event that their fan would never forget.
Adam, meanwhile, kept throat-fucking Coop. The massive lineman would ram his cock balls-deep allowing Coop's spasming throat to milk his dick, then release it just in time for the bitch to catch another breath of air before being stuffed with cock again.
Coop was dizzy from the oxygen deprivation, and all his blood seemed to be going to his rock-hard cock, which was being milked mechanically as it was encased within the silicon tube.
From behind, Rusty had finally reached the point of no return.
"Take it bitch, take it" the horny little redhead screamed as four…five…six molten blasts of cockmilk blasted up Cooper McLaughlin's used rectum. Rusty's final slams moved the box forward a bit, forcing Coop's throat even further around Adam's dick. This was just the added sensation Adam needed to unload. "Oh sweet Jesus", Adam moaned as he flooded Cooper's throat and mouth with syrupy seed. He blasted faster than Cooper could swallow and some actually came out Cooper's nose. Still the massive lineman would not pull out. Not until he'd unloaded fully.
At last he pulled his cock from the groupie-whore's mouth. "Girlie, get it all." Coop licked the cook clean, and as he did he felt Rusty wipe the last remnants of his cum onto his ass cheeks. "Thanks, that was fun, bitch", the redhead laughed, his smooth pale chest and abs a glistening mirror of sweat.
Just as Coop lapped up the last remnants of jizz from Adam Polaski, the doctor remotely turned up the speed of the cock-milker, driving him over the edge. With Adam's cock resting on his tongue he began to moan, shooting thick white cum into the collection tube. His cumload was shot through the tube and directly into the waiting pussy of one of the doctor's clients.
"Oooooooooh, god, yessssssss," the client moaned into a little microphone near her head. The sound came back out through strategically placed speakers inside the box, making it sound like they were Coop's orgasmic moans.
"Fuck, this whore just cummed," Adam laughed to the crowd. "I think she wants more."
"Not a problem" responded a voice in the crowd. Four more football players stripped off their pants, their cocks already rock hard. Inside the box, the roofies were beginning to wear off. No longer bound by what the drugs were forcing him to do, Coop was faced with a choice. Continue to service his buddies, or reveal the awful truth of what was going on…..
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