Laying on her stomach, diagonally on his bed, Jennifer massages Mr. Rakehell’s penis. She’s looking at it, thinking about what has transpired between the two of them this afternoon.

Feeling guilty that she should be at the practice match right now with her girlfriends, she looks up at him and says, “I hope no one finds out about this. I don’t know what my friends would think about it, honestly,” shaking her head disgraced.

With his hand massaging her upper back, he whispered, “Don’t worry, Jenny. No one is going to find out.”

He then grabs his penis, inserts it between her lips, and says, “Open that mouth.” Jennifer willingly accepts it. Once again, a slurping sound fills the room as she begins a third session of oral sex with him.

“Ahhhh...” he moans, enjoying her warm mouth’s soft sensation on his cock.

Jennifer’s jaw is sore after giving Rick as much head as she has within the last few hours. She enjoys lying down this time while fellating him, given it’s more comfortable than kneeling or squatting.

Her soft bare bottom resting above her feet is toned and round from all the running on the field required during her games.

“Yeah...” Mr. Rakehell hisses as he feels Jennifer’s lips tenderly embrace his shaft.

She gasps a little for a second, and spit rushes to the front of her mouth. Seeing it drip from her lower lip, her trainer says, “Spit all over that dick.”

She did and immediately resumed sucking him with speed.

“Good girl,” he said decadently.

She murmured something, but he couldn’t understand it, as she had a mouth full. Her ass rose, and with a subtle shake, she readjusted herself on her stomach to be more comfortable while having him between her lips.

Jennifer looked up at him with submissive eyes, widening her mouth and indicating that it would be okay if he wanted to put it deeper down her throat. He brushed his hand over her hair, letting his palm settle behind her head and spreading his fingers wide to get a good grip.

“All the way down. Open that mouth. Ohhhh,” he moaned.

She put her hand on his leg, signaling it could go no deeper, heaving mucus and backing away as the beads of drool between her mouth and his cock fell, dripping downward; she soaked the mattress.

“Have you ever done deep throat before, sweetheart?” he asked as if it were a question about her soccer repertoire.

Embarrassed to tell him about her one experience with Billy, she said, “No, sir,” in a subdued voice.

“Ohhhh, you’re doing it so good, Jenny,” he said as he stuffed it back in and commenced fucking her twenty-year-old mouth.

Spit seeped down her chin as she slurped and murmured more inaudible words.

He held her head again and started tapping it from behind. He wanted to see how far back she could get his penis into her throat. Her eyes squinted as her esophagus tightened, and her lungs began to search for air.

She gagged again and then coughed when his dick disgorged from her head—more strings of phlegm and drool collected in a small puddle on the blue mattress below her chin.

“Ohhh...” Mr. Rakehell hummed while she rested her hand at the base of his leg and reinserted his dick back into her mouth.

“Yes, Jenny,” he said, enjoying every minute of his manipulative maneuver. Glug, glug, glug. Slurppp! “Ahhhh....” he moaned.

He rested his right hand just above her sports bra, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, sinking into a euphoric trance as she continued to service his unit with her oral outlet.

Pulling it out, she wiped the tip delicately with her open mouth; it was sopping with drool. More globs of phlegm fell onto the bed, wetting it further.

With a soft moan, she gently rubbed the end of his cock with her open lips as saliva bubbles dripped off. Slowly, she let it slide back into her head.

“Right there, Jenny, yes!” Mr. Rakehell hissed as he pumped into her mouth.

While holding his nuts, her head bobbed back and forth on his girth like a chicken searching for grain. He shoved it deep down her neck, activating another gag reflex.

In an abrupt motion, she arched her back and squirmed. Then a significant contraction from her gut rose upward, ejecting a large mucus-filled belch from her mouth.

“That’s nasty,” he remarked, as the foam of phlegm that just came up from her throat dripped onto the bed, soiling it more. She stopped fellating him. Gasping, she looked at his dick in a dizzy stupor.

“You want to get on the team, don’t you?” he asked menacingly.

Saying nothing, Jennifer spat the excess drool out onto the mattress and stuck her tongue out so that he could rest his cock on it.

“Open that mouth!” he said with a stern voice.

He held his dick by its base with her jaw gaping downward and piped it down her throat. Remaining compliant in a classic subordinate fashion, she allowed him to do so to ensure her chances of being a Varsity player.

A muffled groaning noise gurgled from her mouth, once again being crammed full of penis.

She sucked on Mr. Rakehell, and he enjoyed using her mouth like a pussy for the third time that afternoon.

He then grabbed himself with his left hand and the back of her head with his right, beginning a series of concentrated head jabbings using his cock as the tool. She submitted to his shaft as he plunged it into her facial point of puncture over and over again. Taking his left hand off his dick, he joined it with the one on the back of her head. Swinging his hips with speed, he found a way to push his dirk in and out of her face faster and with amplified pressure.

Mr. Rakehell retracted his dick from her head. “Oh, my God!” Jennifer cried. Her face was a mess, sopping moist with her spit and phlegm. It dripped off of her mouth all over the bed. Stunned, she took a deep breath. Rick smacked her bottom twice before returning it between her lips.

“Open that mouth! Open that mouth, Jenny!” he demanded, ensuring he was getting as far down as he could with every thrust. The flapping of his balls swinging back and forth in high velocity and the slurping sound of her glugging and gagging orchestrated a lustful melody that only an offensive music director could create.

Mr. Rakehell smacked Jennifer’s round ass again as she gagged on his cock. Multiple threads of sputum connected from his penis to her mouth and dripped off her mandible, creating a massive pool of drool that ruined the bed.

Her mind was in disarray. She still swung her open mouth wildly before Rick’s dick, even though he had finished face-fucking her, at least for now, anyway.

It was a rather disgusting and nasty end to yet another oral exercise conducted on Jennifer by her trusted trainer.

“Ohhh, I want you to ride this dick now. Come here,” he said as he moved into a new position that would enable him to keep degrading her.

Varsity Slut League Episode #8