After the final mile of practice, the cross country team huddled in the locker room, their bodies still buzzing from the run. Stella, with her sharp eyes and commanding presence, turned to the others. "Ladies, our little lesbian sessions are fun, but we all know what we really crave—Coach's twelve-inch cock inside us." Sophia smirked, wiping sweat from her brow. "He's fifty, gray-haired, and built like a tank, but that bulge? It's hypnotic."
Stella stayed behind as the others left, striding into Coach's office with confidence. "Coach, we've noticed that monster every day. The team's horny as hell for it." Coach chuckled, his muscles flexing under his shirt. "Stella, you've got a wicked sense of humor. What's this about?"
"No jokes," she replied, stepping close and grabbing his waistband. "We want you to fuck us, not just watch us get each other off." With a wink, she dropped to her knees, freeing his hard cock. "Twelve inches? Let's see if it fits." She took him in for a blowjob, her tongue working expertly as he groaned.
Coach's hands tangled in her hair, but Stella stayed in control, standing to strip and bend over his desk. "My pussy's wet and dripping for this. Fuck me hard." He thrust into her, her ass slapping against him as they moved in rhythm, both sweating and panting.
"You're strong, Stella," he panted, gripping her hips. "This feels too good." She rode him next, her pussy clenching as she came with a sharp cry, her juices dripping down his shaft. Coach followed, his cum spilling deep inside her as they both gasped.
Stella dressed with a satisfied grin, leaving him spent. "The others are next—Sophia, Mariana, Ava, Tess, Jalila. They all want a turn." Coach laughed, already hardening again at the thought.
But the real games were just beginning.
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