After a grueling cross-country practice, Stella wiped sweat from her brow and turned to her teammates. "Girls, we've had our fun with each other, but I'm done pretending—Coach's 12-inch cock is all I can think about every damn day."
Sophia smirked, her muscles still pumped from the run. "Agreed. He's 50 with that gray hair and those biceps, plus that humor? Let's stop talking and go claim it."
They found Coach by the track, stretching those powerful arms. "Ladies, you all look fired up," he said with a grin. Stella stepped forward, hands on her hips. "Coach, we've noticed that bulge at every practice. We're horny as hell and want you inside us—no more just lesbian orgasms among ourselves."
Coach chuckled, witty as ever. "Bold team captain. Think you can handle it?" Jalila laughed. "Handle it? We'll ride it till you're panting." The tension crackled as Stella closed in, her voice sharp. "Drop the shorts, Coach. Show us that hard cock."
He obliged, revealing his massive length. Stella dropped to her knees for a teasing blowjob, her tongue working him while Ava quipped, "Look at that dripping pussy of hers—she's soaked already." Coach groaned as Stella took him deep, the others circling with hungry eyes.
Soon he had Stella bent over, thrusting into her wet pussy from behind, her ass slapping against him. "Harder," she demanded, strong and unyielding. "Make me come." He did, pounding relentlessly as she panted and climaxed, her juices dripping down her thighs. The others cheered with witty jabs like, "Save some for us, Stella—you're hogging the cum!"
Coach came hard inside her, filling her up as they all sweated in the afternoon heat. Stella straightened, smirking at her teammates. "Round one down, but this is just the start—next practice, you're all getting your turn."
Yet as they dispersed, the real question lingered: how long until the entire team had their way with him?
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