Chapter 131 Football cum dump 2
Miller let out a dark laugh. He stepped behind her. He grabbed her hips with hands that could crush a helmet. He lined the blunt head of his cock up with her dripping opening and pushed. Slowly. He wanted her to feel the weight. "Mmm-nnn-gh!" Quill’s back arched. Her chest hit the wooden bench with a thud. She felt Miller’s thickness stretching her, splitting her wide. It felt like he was taking up every inch of space inside her. "Oh god! You're... you're so thick! Miller! Stop... no, keep going! Ohhh!"
"I'm going to stretch you so wide you'll never be the same, Quill," Miller hissed. He drove the rest of the way in, burying himself to the hilt. The sound of his pelvis hitting her ass was like a gunshot in the quiet moments of the locker room. SLAP. "There. Now the party really starts."
Miller started to move. He was like a sledgehammer. Every thrust was slow, heavy, and deep. He wasn't interested in speed yet. He wanted to feel the way her internal muscles tried to fight his size. "Look at her, boys!" Miller shouted to the team. " she’s trying to swallow me! She’s a natural-born dump, isn't she?"
The guys in the circle went wild. They were banging on the lockers, the metal ringing out in a loud, chaotic rhythm. "Yeah! Fuck her, Miller! Show her why you're the best on the field!"
They started a mini chant for millier. “Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!”
Quill was losing her mind. Her moans were long and jagged. She was digging her fingernails into the wood, leaving long scratches behind. "Ohhh! Yes! My fucking…Miller! It's so deep! You're hitting everything! I can feel you in my stomach! Ohhh! Yes! Like that! Don't stop!"
Miller started to increase the pace. The slow grinds turned into fast, punishing stabs. The bench was sliding across the floor. Creak. Thud. Slap. The sounds were wet and raw. Quill was shaking so hard she could barely stay on her knees. Her head was hanging low, her tongue out as she gasped for air. "MM-MM-GH! YES! YES! I'M CUMMING! MILLER, I'M CUMMING!"
"Not yet, you aren't!" Miller growled. He reached down and pinched her clit hard, making her scream. He kept up the brutal pace, his hips a blur of motion. He was hitting her with everything he had. "You don't cum until I tell you! You just take the meat!"
"YES! OH GOD! YES!" Quill shrieked. She was vibrating. Her pussy was clamping down on him in violent waves, but Miller didn't budge. He kept thrusting until he was breathing like a freight train. He was right on the edge. He could feel the pressure building in his gut.
"Alright, alright," Jax yelled from the sidelines. "That’s enough, Miller! Pull out! You’re going to blow it! Save it for her face!"
Miller let out a frustrated roar. He gave her three more massive, bone-shaking thrusts that made Quill’s eyes roll back in her head. Then, with a loud, wet PLOP, he yanked himself out. He stood there, his cock twitching and red, coated in her juices. He backed away, his hand immediately going to his length to keep from spilling.
Quill didn't even have time to catch her breath. Before she could even sit up, the next guy, Chase, was there. Chase was the star wide receiver. He was fast and lean. He didn't want her on all fours. He grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over onto her back. He pulled her legs up over his shoulders, exposing her wide-open, dripping pussy to the whole room.
"Damn .. You’re a mess, Quill," Chase whispered, a wicked grin on his face. "Look at what Miller did to you. You're gaping. You're begging for the next cock to fuck you?"
"Yes... Chase... please," Quill sobbed. Her eyes were glazed. She looked completely broken and beautiful. "I'm so empty. Please fill me. Use me like the team's whore. I want to feel you."
Chase didn't say another word. He dove in. Because her legs were over his shoulders, he went deeper than anyone else. He hit the very back of her throat with the first thrust.
"AAAAHHH!" Quill’s scream was high and sharp. Her hands flew up to grab Chase’s shoulders, her nails digging into his jersey. "OH GOD! CHASE! IT'S SO DEEP! YOU'RE HITTING MY HEART!"
Chase was fast. He moved with the same speed he used on the field. His hips were a blur. The sound of their sex was a rapid-fire slap-slap-slap that drove the team into a crazy. "You like this speed, Quill? You like how fast I can work you?"
"Yes! Yes! Faster! Ohhh! Chase! You’re so deep! I love it! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Quill was screaming at the top of her lungs now. She didn't care who heard. She was lost in the sensation of being used by the best athletes in the school. The heat in the room was unbearable. The guys were shouting her name, their own hands moving in a frantic rhythm.
Chase was relentless. He grabbed her thighs and pulled them even tighter against his chest, making sure every thrust hit home. "Look at her eyes!" Chase shouted. "She’s gone! She’s just a breathing pussy now!"
"I'M YOURS! I'M THE TEAM'S! OHHH! YES! YES! CHASE! I'M CUMMING! OHHH GOD!" Quill’s whole body went rigid. She let out a long, jagged cry as her internal muscles snapped shut on Chase. She was shaking so hard the bench was rattling against the floor.
Chase was right there with her. He was biting his lip, his face turning a dark red. He was right on the brink. "I'm... I'm going to... ugh!"
"PULL OUT!" Jax’s voice boomed like a cannon. "DON'T YOU DARE CUM INSIDE! PULL IT OUT!"
Chase let out a strangled groan. He gave her two final, lightning-fast thrusts before he yanked himself out at the last possible second. He stood back, his cock throbbing and leaking, his chest heaving. He looked down at Quill, who was lying there with her legs still up in the air, her pussy pulsing and wide open.
The two of them stood back, joining the circle of guys who were all stroking themselves frantically. Quill was a mess of sweat and sex, her body completely spent.
"Next " Jax roared.