Chapter 132 Football cum dump 3
The locker room was now at a boiling point. The air was thick and heavy. You could almost taste the sweat and the excitement. Quill was lying on the bench, her chest moving up and down in fast, shallow gasps. She looked completely used. Her hair was a mess. Her skin was red from the friction of the athletes' bodies. But her eyes were still wide, looking for the next man to take her.
"Our turn, boys," Zeke growled. Zeke was the team's star runner, and he was standing next to Blake, a tall, silent guy with a mean look in his eyes. They both stepped toward the bench at the same time. They didn't even look at each other. They only had eyes for Quill.
Zeke grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over again. He wanted her back on all fours. "Get that ass up, Quill," he commanded. "I want to see how much room is left after Miller and Chase were done with you."
Quill whimpered as she pushed herself up on her hands and knees. Her muscles were shaking like jelly. She felt the cold air on her wide-open, pulsing pussy. "Please... Zeke... I'm so ready. I'm so open for you. Just fill me up. Use me like the team's trophy."
Zeke didn't say a word. He lined himself up and drove in with one fast, sharp thrust. "AAAAHHH!" Quill’s head hit the wooden bench again. The sound of Zeke hitting her was a loud, wet crack. He was fast, moving his hips in a blurring rhythm that made Quill’s body shake. "Oh god, Zeke! You're so fast! It’s like a fire inside me! Ohhh! Yes! Like that! Keep going!"
While Zeke was hammering into her from behind, Blake stepped around to the front. He didn't wait. He grabbed Quill’s hair and pulled her face up. He shoved his thick, hard cock into her mouth, forcing her to take him all the way to the back. Quill’s eyes bugged out. She made a muffled, choking sound, but she didn't pull away. She wrapped her lips tight around him, her hands reaching out to grip Zeke’s moving thighs for balance.
"Yeah, take it all, Quill," Blake muttered, his voice deep and gravelly. He started to thrust his hips forward, meeting Zeke’s rhythm. Quill was being used from both ends now. She was a sandwich of muscle and heat. The sounds in the room were a mess of wet slaps and muffled moans. The team was cheering, their voices a roar of noise. "Look at her! She's taking the whole team! She’s the best dump we’ve ever had!"
Zeke was pouring on the pressure. Every thrust was hitting her deepest spots. "You like this, don't you? You love having two of us at once!"
Quill couldn't answer with Blake in her mouth, but her eyes said everything. She was crying out behind his cock, her body vibrating with the intensity of the double attack. She was losing her mind. Her internal muscles were snapping shut on Zeke, and her throat was tight around Blake. She was right on the edge of a massive climax. "Mmm-nnn-gh! Mmm-nnn-gh!"
"She's gonna blow!" Blake shouted, feeling her throat pulse. He pulled out of her mouth just as Zeke gave her three final, bone-deep lunges. "PULL OUT! EVERYONE GET READY!"
Zeke let out a jagged breath and yanked himself out of her at the last possible second. He stood back, his cock throbbing and red, covered in her juices. Blake stood back too, his hand already moving in a fast, tight blur on his own length. Quill collapsed onto the bench, her legs sprawled out, her mouth hanging open, and her pussy gaping wide.
"ALRIGHT, BOYS! CIRCLE UP!" Jax’s voice boomed.
The entire team—all six of them—crowded around the bench. They formed a tight circle around Quill’s face. They were all breathing hard, their faces red with effort. Their hands were moving in a frantic, blurring rhythm. The sound of six guys wanking at once filled the room.
"Look at her face," Jax hissed, his hand moving faster than anyone else’s. "Look how she’s begging for it. She wants the whole load. She wants every single drop."
Quill looked up at the circle of men. She didn't try to cover herself. She didn't try to hide. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes, her head tilted back. She was ready for the final dump. "Please... give it to me. I want all of you. Paint me. Make me yours. Please...!"
"I'M COMING!" Jax roared first. He fired a hot, thick flood that hit her right across the cheek. "TAKE IT!"
"ME TOO! AAAAGH!" Miller was next. He fired a massive, heavy load that landed on her forehead and dripped down into her eyes. Quill didn't flinch. She just moaned, her tongue darting out to taste the mess.
"YES! TAKE MINE!" Zeke and Chase fired at the same time. Two thick, white streams crossed in mid-air and landed right in her open mouth. Quill let out a muffled gagging sound, but she swallowed it all down, her throat working hard to keep up with the flow.
"DON'T STOP! GIVE HER EVERYTHING!"
Blake and Leo were the last. They stepped in close, their cocks pulsing as they fired their loads all over her hair and neck. The room was silent for a moment, the only sound being the heavy breathing of the men.
Quill was covered. Her face was a mask of white cum. It was in her hair, on her chest, and dripping off her chin. She looked completely ruined. She looked like the ultimate trophy. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at the team, a small, satisfied smile on her messy lips.
"Thank you... boys," she whispered.
The athletes stood there, looking down at what they had done. They felt like kings. They had won the game, and they had won the girl. Jax reached down and patted her head, a dark smirk on his face.
"Good girl, Quill," he said. "We’ll see you after the next game."