I’m cruising down the sunlit
streets of Liberty Heights in my silver BMW E21, the engine purring like a
beast as I head to pick up Laura at 9 a.m. The morning air feels crisp against
my pale ivory skin, sneaking through the cracked window and teasing my dark,
wavy hair that spills over my shoulders. I’m rocking a black cropped jersey,
the word "VIPERS" slashed across my perky A-cup tits in bold white
letters, the fabric hugging my hourglass frame. My denim shorts are frayed and
tight, barely containing my plump ass, with a G-string underneath digging into
my tight balls and tiny 2-inch cock—no bra, letting my nipples poke through the
thin material. A chunky gold chain rests against my collarbone, glinting in the
light, and a watch hugs my wrist, ticking away the seconds. My full pouty lips,
painted a soft pink, curl into a smirk as I catch my reflection in the
rearview—my brown eyes with long lashes sparkling with the kind of mischief
that’s gotten me into trouble more times than I can count.
My phone buzzes, and I tap
the earbud to answer. It’s Mr. Salerno, his gravelly Italian-American accent
filling my ear with that mob boss swagger. “Mira, bella mia, you fuckin’ killed
it with Gregor, y’know that? That intel—gold. And that factory ambush? Zion’s
Blade and Iron Cross didn’t know what hit ‘em. We got the guns, the
cash—fuckin’ beautiful.” He chuckles, deep and rough, like he’s puffing a
cigar. “But you, you only show up when I call for business, eh? Why don’t you
come hang with the boys sometime, have a drink, mingle? You’re family now,
capisce?” I laugh, my voice light but teasing, “Mr. Salerno, you know I’m a
busy girl. But I’ll think about it—maybe after I’m done saving the day again.”
He grumbles something about me being a “fuckin’ tease” before hanging up, and I
can’t help but grin, my heart-shaped face glowing with the thrill of his
praise.
I pull up to Laura’s place in
Crown Hill, a tidy suburban house in Kings Harbor, the kind of spot where lawns
are too green to be real. She bounds out, her blonde hair bouncing in a high
ponytail, green eyes bright with excitement. At 18, she’s got that cheerleader
vibe—petite, white, and bubbly, wearing a team jersey with her dad’s name
stitched on the back and tight jeans that hug her curves. She slides into the
passenger seat, tossing her bag in the back. “Mira, you look hot as fuck,” she
says, eyeing my outfit with a grin. “Ready to cheer on Dad’s team?” I nod,
shifting gears as we peel out. “Hell yeah. Let’s get those boys a win.”
The drive to Milltown High’s
stadium in Steel Borough is filled with our usual chatter, the kind that flows
easy between girls who’ve seen each other through some wild shit. “So, any
boyfriends on the horizon?” Laura asks, her tone playful as she sips a soda. I
shrug, my long legs shifting as I downshift through a turn. “I mean, there’s
Kemar—he’s got that Jamaican charm, fucks like a beast. Blaze, too, that biker
edge gets me every time. And JC… that racer’s got moves on and off the track.”
I pause, biting my lip, my shapely thighs flexing under the denim. “But commit?
At 18? Nah, I’m too young to settle down.” Laura laughs, nudging me. “You’re
such a fuckin’ slut, Mira. But you’re turning 19 soon, and I’m throwing you a
party you’ll never forget. Invite Kemar, Blaze, and JC—let’s see who wins you
over.” I snort, shaking my head, my wavy hair swaying. “No way, Laura. I don’t
need my lovers meeting each other. That’s a fuckin’ disaster waiting to
happen.”
We pull into the stadium lot
in Milltown, the buzz of the crowd already electric as we head to our reserved
seats just behind the team box. The Milltown Vipers, Laura’s dad’s team, are up
against the Port Morris Titans, a rival school known for playing dirty. The
stands are packed, scouts scribbling notes, and the air smells of hot dogs and
sweat. Laura’s dad, Coach Danvers, a burly white guy in his 50s with a gray
buzzcut and a red face, is pacing the sidelines, barking orders. But the Vipers
are playing like shit. Their star player, DeShawn, is a ghost out there—missing
passes, fumbling plays, his broad shoulders slumped under his jersey. Coach
Danvers is losing it, kicking a water cooler and screaming, but nothing’s
working.
Laura leans over during a
timeout, her brow furrowed. “Dad, what the hell’s going on with DeShawn?” Coach
Danvers turns, his face a storm cloud. “He got dumped last night, Laura. Kid’s
heartbroken, and now he’s fuckin’ up out there. Scouts are watching—this game
could’ve made his career.” I glance at DeShawn on the field, a tall,
17-year-old Black guy, 6’2” and 200 pounds of muscle, with short dreads and
dark eyes that look hollow. Poor bastard.
At halftime, the Vipers are
down 14-3, and the team shuffles into the locker room, heads low. I spot
DeShawn storming out of the tunnel entrance, sagging against the wall, his
helmet dangling from his hand. The rest of the team’s inside, probably getting
their asses chewed out by Coach Danvers. I slip away from Laura, my boots
clicking on the concrete as I make my way over, my hips swaying with every
step. DeShawn looks up, his dark eyes narrowing as he takes me in—my cropped
jersey barely covering my perky tits, my denim shorts riding high on my toned
thighs. “Hey,” I say softly, leaning against the wall beside him, my brown eyes
locking onto his. “Heard about your girlfriend. That fuckin’ sucks.”
He bristles, his jaw
tightening. “Who the hell are you? And why do you care?” I tilt my head,
letting my wavy hair spill over one shoulder, my pouty lips parting in a gentle
smile. “I’m Mira, Laura’s friend. And I care because you’re letting one stupid
girl fuck up your game. You’re better than that, aren’t you? Your school, your
coach, your team—they’re counting on you. Don’t let her win by breaking you.”
He snorts, but I can see the anger softening in his eyes. I step closer, my
voice dropping to a sultry whisper, my feminine charm on full display. “I heard
she was a blonde. Was she prettier than me?” DeShawn’s gaze flicks over me,
lingering on my heart-shaped face, my long lashes, my plump ass barely
contained by my shorts. He smirks, his voice low. “I got a thing for blondes,
but… fuck, you’re prettier. Way prettier.”
I grin, dangling the bait.
“Tell you what—if you turn this game around and win, I’ll let you show me
around the locker room. A one-time deal.” I lean in, my breath warm against his
ear, my tone dripping with promise. “I may not be a blonde, but I like taking
it in the ass, unlike most girls.” His eyes widen, a fire igniting behind them,
and I know I’ve got him. He straightens up, rolling his shoulders back, a new
determination in his stance. “Deal,” he mutters, before jogging back to the
field as halftime ends.
The second half is a fucking
turnaround. DeShawn’s a beast out there, rallying his team, making plays that
have the crowd roaring. He scores two touchdowns, and in the final seconds, the
Vipers pull off a dramatic 21-20 win. The stadium erupts, players and coaches
celebrating, family and girlfriends rushing the field. Laura and I join in,
hugging her dad, who’s grinning like a madman. DeShawn finds me in the chaos,
his dark eyes burning with lust as he pulls me close, his hands groping my ass
through my shorts, his lips crashing against mine in a hungry kiss. I let him,
moaning softly into his mouth, my body pressing against his sweaty jersey. His
hand slides to my crotch, and his eyes widen in shock as he feels my tiny cock
through the denim. I lean in, whispering, “I’m trans, baby—but all woman where
it counts. Still wanna take me to the locker room?” He hesitates for a split
second, then grins, his voice rough. “Fuck yeah, you’re too hot to pass up.
Mind if I bring a few friends?” I smirk, my brown eyes glinting. “Sure, I’m
yours to play with for the next hour.”
DeShawn rounds up three of
his teammates—Kareem, Cody, and Ryan—and we slip away from the celebration,
heading for the away team’s locker room since the Vipers’ is packed. Kareem is
a 17-year-old Black guy, 6’0” and 190 pounds, with a fade haircut and hazel
eyes, his body lean and muscular. Cody is a white 16-year-old, 5’11” and 180
pounds, with short blond hair and green eyes, a cocky smirk on his face. Ryan,
also 17, is white, 6’1” and 195 pounds, with messy brown hair and blue eyes,
his frame broad and powerful. Cody locks the door behind us, the empty locker
room smelling of sweat and bleach, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead.
They surround me, their
bodies towering over my 5’6” frame, the air thick with testosterone and
anticipation. DeShawn steps up first, his dark eyes locked on mine as he grabs
my face, his lips crashing against my pouty ones in a bruising kiss. His tongue
invades my mouth, tasting of Gatorade and victory, and I moan into him, my
hands gripping his jersey as he gropes my perky tits through my cropped top.
“Fuck, you’re a hot little slut,” he growls, pulling back to let Kareem take
his place. Kareem’s hazel eyes gleam as he kisses me, his hands rougher,
squeezing my plump ass through my denim shorts, his fingers digging into my
curvy cheeks. I whimper, my long legs trembling slightly as Cody steps in, his
green eyes flashing with mischief. He yanks my head back by my wavy hair, his
lips devouring mine, his tongue fucking my mouth while his hands roam my toned
thighs, making my tiny cock twitch in my G-string.
Ryan, the last to join, pulls
me to him, his blue eyes dark with lust as he kisses me hard, his broad hands
gripping my hips, grinding his bulge against my stomach. “Shit, you’re fuckin’
gorgeous,” he mutters, biting my lower lip, making me gasp. They push me down
to my knees on the cold tile floor, my heart racing as they form a tight circle
around me, their cocks straining against their football pants. DeShawn pulls
his out first—a thick 8-inch beast, dark and veiny, the tip already leaking.
“Open that pretty mouth, slut,” he orders, and I obey, my full lips parting as
he shoves his cock down my throat. I gag, spit dripping down my chin as he
fucks my face, his hands tangled in my dark hair, pulling hard enough to make
my brown eyes water.
He pulls out, and Kareem
takes his place, his 7-inch cock just as thick, the head a deep pink as he
thrusts into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I suck him hard, my
tongue swirling around his shaft, my hands reaching out to stroke DeShawn and
Cody’s cocks on either side of me. Cody’s dick is 6 inches, thick and pale,
with a slight curve, while DeShawn’s 8-incher throbs in my grip. “Fuck, she’s
good,” Kareem groans, his hazel eyes rolling back as I deepthroat him, my
throat constricting around his length. Ryan steps up as Kareem pulls out, his
9-inch cock painfully thick, the biggest of the group, and he doesn’t hold
back, grabbing my head and fucking my throat raw. I choke, tears streaming down
my heart-shaped face, but I keep going, my hands working Kareem and Cody’s
cocks, their pre-cum slicking my fingers.
They rotate, each taking
their turn to ram their cocks down my throat, my lips stretched wide, my jaw
aching as I take them one after another. Cody grabs my hair, yanking my head
back as he thrusts deep, his green eyes locked on mine. “Look at me while I
fuck your face, whore,” he snarls, and I do, my brown eyes wide and teary, spit
and pre-cum coating my chin. DeShawn steps in again, slapping his cock against
my cheek before shoving it back in, his thrusts brutal, making me gag hard.
“Fuckin’ take it, you little cocksucker,” he growls, his hands tightening in my
hair as he uses my mouth like a toy. My hands never stop, jerking off whoever’s
not in my mouth, my fingers slick with their pre-cum, the wet sounds of my
throat and their groans filling the locker room. I’m a mess already, my pale
skin flushed, my wavy hair a tangled mess, but I’m loving every second of it,
my tiny cock throbbing in my G-string as they use me.
I’m still on my knees, my
throat raw from their relentless face-fucking, spit and pre-cum dripping down
my chin onto the cold locker room tiles. My pale ivory skin is flushed, my
brown eyes teary but burning with lust as DeShawn, Kareem, Cody, and Ryan tower
over me, their cocks hard and glistening from my mouth. DeShawn grabs my
cropped jersey, the one with "VIPERS" slashed across my perky A-cup
tits, and yanks it over my head, tossing it aside. My small breasts bounce
free, nipples hard in the chilly air, and Kareem lets out a low whistle, his
hazel eyes raking over my hourglass frame. “Fuck, look at those tits,” he
mutters, reaching down to pinch one, making me gasp, my full pouty lips
parting.
Cody’s hands are on my denim
shorts next, unbuttoning them with rough tugs, his green eyes glinting with
anticipation. He pulls them down my long, toned legs, leaving me in just my
G-string, the thin black fabric barely covering my tight balls and tiny 2-inch
cock. Ryan grabs the G-string, yanking it down in one swift motion, and my tiny
cock springs free, fully erect, my balls tight beneath it. The air shifts as
Kareem, Cody, and Ryan freeze, their eyes widening in shock. Kareem steps back,
his 7-inch cock still in hand, his hazel eyes narrowing. “What the fuck? She’s
got a dick?” Cody’s green eyes flash with confusion, his 6-inch cock twitching
as he stares at my groin. “Shit, man, she’s a fuckin’ tranny.” Ryan, holding
his massive 9-incher, looks torn, his blue eyes darting between my tiny cock
and my plump ass, his broad frame tensing. “I don’t know, bro… this is fuckin’
weird.”
DeShawn, who already knew my
secret, doesn’t hesitate. “She told me, assholes. And I don’t give a fuck—she’s
hotter than any chick out there, and I’m not wasting this.” He grabs me by the
waist, his dark eyes burning with need, and pulls me to my feet before laying
me down on my back on a nearby bench. My long legs splay out, my shapely thighs
quivering as he spreads them wide, his hands gripping my knees. My wavy hair
fans out beneath me, my heart-shaped face flushed as I look up at him, my brown
eyes daring him to take me. He positions himself between my thighs, his 8-inch
cock thick and veiny, the tip pressing against my tight hole. “You ready for
this, slut?” he growls, and I nod, biting my lip. “Fuck me, DeShawn. I need
it.”
He doesn’t wait, thrusting
into my ass with one brutal push, his thick cock stretching me wide. I cry out,
my back arching off the bench, my perky tits bouncing as he starts pounding me
raw, his hips slamming against my plump ass with every thrust. The sensation is
overwhelming—his cock fills me completely, the friction burning as he fucks me
hard, my tight hole gripping him like a vice. “Shit, you’re so fuckin’ tight,”
he groans, his hands gripping my shapely thighs, pulling them wider as he rails
me, the bench creaking beneath us. My tiny cock bounces with every thrust,
leaking pre-cum onto my flat stomach, my tight balls aching as he drives
deeper, hitting spots that make my brown eyes roll back. I moan loudly, my
voice echoing in the locker room, my pale skin slick with sweat as he fucks me
like a man possessed, his dark eyes locked on mine, his dreads swinging with
every brutal thrust.
Kareem, Cody, and Ryan are
still debating, their voices low but heated. “I don’t know, man, that’s a
fuckin’ dick,” Kareem mutters, his hazel eyes flicking between my tiny cock and
DeShawn’s cock slamming into my ass. Cody, stroking his 6-incher, looks torn,
his green eyes dark with lust. “But fuck, look at her—she’s hot as shit. And
she’s taking it like a champ.” Ryan, his 9-inch cock throbbing, finally nods,
his blue eyes narrowing. “Fuck it. I’m not passing this up.” I smirk through my
moans, knowing I’ve got them hooked, my body trembling as DeShawn keeps fucking
me, his hands now gripping my hips, pulling me back onto his cock with every
thrust, my plump ass jiggling with the force.
DeShawn’s still railing me on
the bench, my back pressed against the hard surface, my long legs draped over
his shoulders as he pounds my ass raw. My perky tits bounce with every thrust,
my pale skin glistening with sweat, my brown eyes half-lidded with pleasure as
I moan like a fucking whore, my tiny cock leaking onto my stomach. Kareem,
Cody, and Ryan have been watching, their debate finally dying down as the sight
of me getting fucked pushes them over the edge. Kareem steps forward first, his
7-inch cock in hand, his hazel eyes burning with lust. “Fuck it, I’m in,” he
growls, stripping off his jersey to reveal a lean, muscular chest, his fade
haircut gleaming under the fluorescent lights. Cody and Ryan follow, their
hesitation gone, their cocks throbbing as they shed their clothes, their bodies
a mix of lean and broad, all hard muscle and pent-up need.
Kareem kneels beside the
bench, grabbing my wavy hair and pulling my head to the side, his 7-inch cock
slapping against my pouty lips. “Suck it, you little tranny slut,” he snarls,
and I open my mouth, letting him shove his cock down my throat. I gag, spit
dripping down my chin as he fucks my face, his hands rough in my hair, while
DeShawn keeps pounding my ass, his 8-incher stretching me wide. The dual
sensation is fucking intense—DeShawn’s cock slamming into my tight hole,
Kareem’s cock choking me, my body trembling between them. Cody steps up, his
6-inch cock curved and pale, stroking himself as he watches, his green eyes
dark with lust. “Shit, she’s fuckin’ hot, even with that little dick,” he
mutters, his blond hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. Ryan, his 9-inch cock
painfully thick, moves to my other side, grabbing one of my perky tits and
squeezing hard, making me whimper around Kareem’s cock. “I’m gonna wreck that
ass,” he growls, his blue eyes locked on my plump cheeks as they jiggle with
DeShawn’s thrusts.
DeShawn pulls out suddenly,
his cock slick with my juices, and flips me onto my stomach, my knees hitting
the bench as he positions me on all fours. My wavy hair falls over my
shoulders, my heart-shaped face flushed as I look back at him, my brown eyes begging
for more. He spanks my plump ass hard, the sound echoing in the locker room,
making me yelp, my pale skin turning red under his hand. “You like that, don’t
you, you fuckin’ whore?” he growls, spanking me again before thrusting back
into my ass, his 8-inch cock filling me completely. I scream, my voice raw, my
tiny cock throbbing as he fucks me doggy-style, his hands gripping my hips,
pulling me back onto his cock with every brutal thrust. Kareem moves in front
of me, grabbing my hair again and shoving his cock back into my mouth, fucking
my throat while DeShawn rails my ass, the two of them using me like a fucking
toy. Cody and Ryan are stroking themselves, their eyes glued to the scene,
their cocks leaking as they wait their turn, the prospect of fucking a trans
girl like me too exciting to resist.
They move me fully onto my
hands and knees on the bench, my pale skin slick with sweat, my perky tits
hanging beneath me as DeShawn keeps fucking my ass from behind, his 8-inch cock
slamming into me with relentless force. My plump ass jiggles with every thrust,
my shapely thighs trembling as I brace myself on the bench, my brown eyes teary
from the intensity. Kareem pulls out of my mouth, his 7-incher slick with my
spit, and moves behind me, spanking my already-red ass hard. “My turn, slut,”
he growls, pulling DeShawn out and thrusting his own cock into my tight hole. I
moan loudly, my voice echoing in the locker room, as Kareem fucks me just as
hard, his lean frame slamming against my curvy cheeks, his hands gripping my
hips. His 7-inch cock feels different, thicker in a way that stretches me just
right, making my tiny cock leak onto the bench beneath me.
Cody steps in front of me,
his 6-inch cock curved and ready, grabbing my wavy hair and pulling my head up.
“Open that fuckin’ mouth,” he orders, his green eyes flashing, and I do,
letting him shove his cock down my throat. I gag, my throat constricting around
him as he fucks my face, his blond hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, his
hands rough in my hair. Kareem keeps pounding my ass, spanking me with every
thrust, the sharp sting mixing with the pleasure of his cock filling me. “Fuck,
this tranny ass is tight,” Kareem groans, his hazel eyes rolling back as he
rails me, my plump ass bouncing against his hips. Ryan moves in, taking Cody’s
place, his 9-inch cock massive as he forces it into my mouth, stretching my
pouty lips wide. I choke, tears streaming down my heart-shaped face, but I keep
sucking, my hands gripping the bench for support as they tag-team me, one cock
in my ass, another in my throat.
They rotate again, Cody
pulling out of my mouth to take his turn at my ass, his 6-inch cock sliding in
easily after Kareem’s relentless pounding. He fucks me slower but deeper, his
hands gripping my curvy cheeks, spreading them wide as he watches his cock
disappear into my tight hole. “Shit, look at that ass take it,” he mutters,
spanking me hard, making me cry out around Ryan’s cock. Ryan’s 9-incher is
brutal, fucking my throat raw, his broad hands holding my head still as he
thrusts deep, his blue eyes locked on mine. “Fuckin’ take it, you little
whore,” he growls, his cock hitting the back of my throat, making me gag hard.
DeShawn steps in front of me next, his 8-inch cock slapping against my cheek
before he shoves it into my mouth, fucking my face while Cody rails my ass, the
two of them moving in sync, filling me from both ends. My body’s trembling, my
pale skin slick with sweat, my tiny cock throbbing as they use me, their groans
and curses filling the locker room as they take turns fucking my mouth and ass,
their hands spanking and groping me, leaving my skin red and bruised.
I’m a trembling mess on the
bench, my pale ivory skin slick with sweat, my plump ass red from their
spankings, my throat raw from their relentless face-fucking. DeShawn, Kareem,
Cody, and Ryan are all rock-hard, their cocks glistening with my spit and juices,
their eyes burning with lust as they decide to take things up a notch. Kareem
grabs a large towel from a nearby locker, spreading it out on the cold tile
floor, the rough fabric a stark contrast to his dark skin. He lies down on his
back, his 7-inch cock standing tall, thick and veiny, his hazel eyes locked on
me as he strokes himself. “Get over here, you fuckin’ tranny slut,” he growls,
and DeShawn lifts me off the bench, my long legs shaky as they help me straddle
Kareem’s hips in reverse cowgirl style. My wavy hair sticks to my sweaty back,
my perky A-cup tits bouncing as I position myself, my tight hole hovering over
Kareem’s cock.
I lower myself slowly,
gasping as his 7-incher stretches my already-wrecked ass, the burn intense but
so fucking good. I start riding him, my plump ass bouncing on his hips, my
shapely thighs flexing as I move, my tiny cock slapping against my stomach with
every thrust. Kareem groans, his hands gripping my curvy cheeks, spreading them
wide as he watches his cock disappear into my hole. “Fuck, you’re so tight, you
little whore,” he mutters, spanking me hard, making me yelp, my brown eyes
watering. DeShawn steps in front of me, his 8-inch cock in hand, and grabs my
wavy hair, pulling my head back. “Suck it, slut,” he orders, shoving his cock
into my mouth, fucking my throat while I ride Kareem, my body rocking between
them. I gag, spit dripping down my chin, my pouty lips stretched wide around
his thick shaft, my hands reaching out to stroke Cody’s 6-inch cock on my left,
his curved dick leaking pre-cum as he groans.
Cody takes his turn, pulling
out of my hand and replacing DeShawn in my mouth, his green eyes dark with lust
as he thrusts deep, making me choke, my throat constricting around his
6-incher. I suck him hard, my tongue swirling around his shaft, while Kareem
keeps fucking my ass from below, his thrusts hard and fast, my plump ass
jiggling with every movement. Ryan kneels in front of me, his 9-inch cock
painfully thick, and I feel his hands on my hips, steadying me as he presses
the tip against my already-stuffed hole. “Let’s see how much this tranny ass
can take,” he growls, his blue eyes flashing, and he pushes in alongside
Kareem, stretching me to my fucking limit. I scream around Cody’s cock, the
pain and pleasure crashing together as Ryan’s 9-incher joins Kareem’s 7-inch,
double-penetrating my ass, my tight hole burning as they both thrust into me.
Kareem groans beneath me, his hands gripping my thighs, while Ryan fucks me
harder, his broad frame dominating as they stretch me wide, my pale skin
trembling, my tiny cock leaking onto my stomach as I’m overwhelmed by the
sensation of two cocks in my ass, Cody’s cock in my throat, and DeShawn
stroking himself beside me, watching with a smirk.
They’re not done with me yet.
Cody pulls out of my mouth, his 6-inch cock slick with my spit, and lies down
on the towel, his blond hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, his green eyes
burning with need. DeShawn and Ryan lift me off Kareem, my ass gaping and sore,
cum and juices dripping down my shapely thighs as they help me straddle Cody’s
hips. I lower myself onto his 6-incher, moaning as he fills my wrecked hole,
the sensation still intense despite how stretched I am. Cody starts fucking me
from below, his hands gripping my perky tits, squeezing them hard as he thrusts
up into me, his cock hitting deep, making my brown eyes roll back. “Fuck, this
ass is fuckin’ perfect,” he groans, his lean frame flexing beneath me, his
blond hair a mess.
DeShawn moves behind me, his
8-inch cock in hand, and I feel him press against my hole, already stuffed with
Cody’s cock. “Time for round two, slut,” he growls, pushing in alongside Cody,
double-penetrating my ass again. I scream, my voice raw, my pale skin trembling
as they both fuck me, Cody from below and DeShawn from behind, their cocks
stretching me wide, the friction burning as they move in sync. DeShawn spanks
my plump ass hard, the sharp sting making me cry out, my curvy cheeks red and
bruised as he rails me, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me back onto their
cocks. “Take it, you fuckin’ whore,” DeShawn snarls, spanking me again, while
Cody pinches my nipples, making me whimper, my tiny cock throbbing between my
legs, leaking pre-cum onto Cody’s stomach.
Kareem steps in front of me,
his 7-inch cock in hand, and grabs my wavy hair, yanking my head forward. “Open
that mouth, tranny,” he orders, shoving his cock down my throat, fucking my
face while DeShawn and Cody DP my ass. I gag, tears streaming down my
heart-shaped face, my pouty lips stretched wide as Kareem thrusts deep, his
hazel eyes locked on mine. Ryan takes his turn next, replacing Kareem, his
9-incher stretching my throat as he fucks my face raw, his broad hands holding
my head still, his blue eyes dark with lust. “Fuckin’ take it, you little
cocksucker,” he growls, his cock hitting the back of my throat, making me choke
hard. DeShawn and Cody keep pounding my ass, their cocks moving in and out, the
double penetration driving me insane, my body trembling between them, my pale
skin slick with sweat, my perky tits bouncing as they use me from both ends,
their groans and curses filling the locker room.
DeShawn pulls out of my ass,
his 8-inch cock slick with my juices, and grabs me by the waist, lifting me off
Cody like I weigh nothing. My long legs wrap around his hips, my arms circling
his neck as he holds me up, his hands gripping my plump ass, spreading my curvy
cheeks wide. My wavy hair sticks to my sweaty back, my brown eyes locked on his
as he shoves his cock back into my gaping hole, fucking me standing up, my body
bouncing in his arms. “Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ light, you little slut,” he
growls, thrusting hard, his 8-incher filling me completely, making me moan
loudly, my voice echoing in the locker room. My tiny cock presses against his
stomach, leaking pre-cum as he rails me, my pale skin trembling, my perky tits
bouncing against his chest.
Ryan steps up behind me, his
9-inch cock in hand, and I feel him press against my already-stuffed hole, his
broad hands gripping my hips. “Let’s stretch this tranny ass even more,” he
mutters, pushing in alongside DeShawn, double-penetrating me again. I scream,
the pain and pleasure crashing together as their cocks stretch me to my limit,
DeShawn’s 8-inch and Ryan’s 9-inch filling me completely, my tight hole burning
as they both thrust into me. DeShawn keeps me steady, his hands under my ass,
while Ryan fucks me from behind, his broad frame dominating as they move in
sync, their cocks slamming into me, making my plump ass jiggle with every
thrust. “Fuck, look at that ass take two cocks,” Ryan groans, spanking me hard,
the sharp sting making me cry out, my pale skin red and bruised.
Kareem and Cody stand off to
the side, stroking their cocks, their eyes glued to the scene, their voices
rough with lust as they taunt me. “Look at this fuckin’ tranny, taking two
dicks like a pro,” Kareem says, his hazel eyes flashing, his 7-incher leaking
pre-cum as he strokes himself. Cody smirks, his green eyes dark, his 6-inch
cock in hand. “She’s a fuckin’ whore, man. Bet she’s loving every second of
this.” I moan louder, their words fueling my arousal, my body trembling between
DeShawn and Ryan, my tiny cock throbbing as they DP me, the sensation
overwhelming, my brown eyes rolling back as they fuck me raw, their hands
spanking and groping me, leaving my skin marked and sore.
They finally set me down, my
legs shaky as I collapse to my knees on the towel, my pale skin slick with
sweat, my plump ass sore and gaping, cum and juices dripping down my shapely
thighs. DeShawn, Kareem, Cody, and Ryan surround me again, their cocks hard and
ready, their eyes burning with lust as they stroke themselves, ready to finish.
I’m a wreck, my wavy hair a tangled mess, my heart-shaped face flushed, my
brown eyes teary but defiant as I look up at them, my pouty lips parted, ready
for their cum. DeShawn steps up first, his 8-inch cock in hand, and grabs my
hair, pulling my head back. “Open that fuckin’ mouth, slut,” he orders, and I
do, sticking out my tongue as he shoves his cock down my throat, fucking my
face one last time. He thrusts deep, making me gag, before pulling out and
stroking himself fast, his dark eyes locked on mine. “Fuck, here it comes,” he
groans, and he unloads, thick ropes of cum shooting into my mouth, coating my
tongue, some splattering across my perky tits, dripping down my pale skin.
Kareem takes his place, his
7-incher slick with pre-cum, and shoves it into my mouth, fucking my throat
raw, his hazel eyes rolling back. “Fuckin’ take it, you tranny whore,” he
growls, pulling out just in time to cum, his load spraying across my face, hot
and sticky, some landing on my full lips, some dripping down my chin onto my
tits. Cody steps up next, his 6-inch cock curved and ready, and I suck him
hard, my tongue swirling around his shaft as he groans, his green eyes dark
with lust. He pulls out, stroking himself fast, and cums hard, his load hitting
my face, mixing with Kareem’s, some landing in my hair, making my wavy strands
sticky with cum. Ryan, the last one, grabs my head, his 9-incher massive as he
fucks my throat, his broad hands rough in my hair. “Fuck, you’re gonna look so
good covered in cum,” he mutters, pulling out and unloading, his thick cum
shooting into my mouth, overflowing down my chin, coating my perky tits,
leaving me a cum-soaked mess.
I kneel there, panting, my
pale skin covered in their cum, my tiny cock still hard, my tight balls aching
as I look up at them, a smirk on my pouty lips. They pull on their clothes,
high-fiving each other, their voices rough with satisfaction as they head back
to the celebration, leaving me on the towel, my body trembling, my brown eyes
glinting with triumph. I clean up as best I can, wiping the cum off my face and
tits with the towel, slipping back into my G-string, denim shorts, and cropped
jersey, my body sore but buzzing with the thrill of it all. I step outside, the
cool air hitting my flushed skin, and find Laura waiting by the stadium
entrance, her green eyes curious. “Where the hell were you?” she asks, her tone
playful. I grin, my voice teasing, my wavy hair still a mess. “Paying up for
the win I bought your dad, babe.”
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