Licking. Moaning. Slapping. Jennifer’s butt cheeks have red palm marks imprinted in the middle of them. Her feet are hanging off the tip of Mr. Rakhell’s bed; toes pointed downward. Her torso lays on top of his, both at opposite ends.

“Oh, my God...” she moans, relishing her trainer’s tongue lashing, thrashing, and raiding her private area.

She looks at his mattress in a daze. His large penis lays beneath her mouth, waiting for arousal as he feasts on her smooth filet.

When Jennifer woke up this morning and was eating cereal next to her stepbrother Gary at the kit...

Licking. Moaning. Slapping. Jennifer’s butt cheeks have red palm marks imprinted in the middle of them. Her feet are hanging off the tip of Mr. Rakhell’s bed; toes pointed downward. Her torso lays on top of his, both at opposite ends.

“Oh, my God...” she moans, relishing her trainer’s tongue lashing, thrashing, and raiding her private area.

She looks at his mattress in a daze. His large penis lays beneath her mouth, waiting for arousal as he feasts on her smooth filet.

When Jennifer woke up this morning and was eating cereal next to her stepbrother Gary at the kitchen table, she had no idea that 6 hours later, she would lock into a sixty-nine position with her soccer trainer. But that was how her day had played out. All for a good reason.

The goal of being accepted onto the Ribald University girl’s varsity soccer team led her to this moment. She had already missed her practice match with her girlfriends, but her sexual escapade with Mr. Rakehell now made her a no-show for a scheduled evening shift at the sporting goods store where she worked.

Jennifer was not 100% sure she would be on the team for caving to Mr. Rakehell’s demands. She knew that he had just pulled the strings necessary for her to be able to try out, or at least that's how things seemed. She was almost there, she thought. He must be close to finishing with me. How much more could he want to do after everything we’d done today?

She focused on fellating him with her limited energy, hoping he would cum soon. Then she could go home and spend the rest of the evening with Billy after he finished his soccer game.

Even though she was haggard, she hadn’t become overstimulated. Mr. Rakehell was nibbling on her crotch, and it took Jennifer a moment to begin working on him. Her bottom was spread apart as he patted it and sucked on her clit.

“Oh fuck...,” she said with her eyes closed and mouth gaping, feeling his lips on her. Picking up Mr. Rakehell’s penis, she held it firmly. With her mouth open near its tip, she circled her tongue around its head and licked its edges before inserting it and initiating yet another round of oral intercourse.

Inside Mr. Rakehell’s apartment, there were sounds of slurping and moaning combined with a police car’s siren outside.

The cops weren’t coming for him but rushing to a crime near where he lived. Even if his neighbors had reported all the loud moaning and screaming emanating from his bedroom the last several hours, nothing illegal had occurred. All he did was do Jennifer a favor and then talk her into being a piece of ass for the rest of the afternoon in exchange.

With her mouth full of cock, she murmured random noises as he continued to dine on her athletic crack. Sucking for a little longer, she eventually paused and gave the tip of his dick a big kiss before turning her head around and asking honestly, “So... “Have you done this with any other girls on the team?”

Mr. Rakehell pulled away from snacking on her slit.

“No, Jenny. No,” he said, asserting his righteousness, even though his reply was a straight-up lie.

Comforted by this answer, Jennifer trusted her mentor even more, reinforcing the feeling that she owed him. Thinking she was the only one with whom he had done this made her feel special. She was getting a second wind and used her renewed energy to attack his penis more vigorously.

As Mr. Rakehell licked at her loins, he stretched his legs straight out on the bed, keeping them wide apart so that his student had plenty of room to work on his dick. With her ass in his face, she bobbed up and down on his cock and slurped it with fervor.

A large glob of drool in her mouth dripped when she moaned from him, continuously striking her tender switch with his tongue. Feeling it dribble down to his waist, he pulled away and said, “That’s a good girl. Suck that dick!” while patting her ass.

He then spread her rump wide open with his two hands. Looking at her pink starfish and gaping tail hardened his cock. “Oh yeah,” he moaned before returning to lick her clit.

Jennifer held his cock at its base. Her fingers rested over his nuts as she sucked with confidence. “Yes, Jenny, yeah...” Mr. Rakehell grunted as she gagged on him for a moment.

She spat all the phlegm that had come up onto his shaft and slid her mouth up and down on it with ease. Learning much about sloppy blow jobs this day helped accustom her to performing them.

On the other end of the bed, Mr. Rakehell buried his tongue deep into Jennifer’s moistness. He pulled it out and tongued the tip of her clit before pulling away from her. Spreading her tush wide and gazing at the beautiful vision before him, he continued to flick at her button with finesse.

She was embarrassed to be completely exposed to him from behind, that close-up. Taking his dick out of her mouth, she moaned as he ate her and then whimpered with a mousey voice, “Ohhhhh, I can’t believe we’re doing this, sir.”

“Yeah, Jenny. This pussy is so good,” he responded, spreading it again and taking a second look. It was shaved smooth on the outside and bright pink on the inside. Even though Rick had opened it up by pulling her lips apart, it wasn’t a blown-out gaping hole, proving that at twenty years old, she hadn’t had vaginal intercourse with many men. He gawked at it and then said, “Fuck yeah,” before continuing to lap it.

Jennifer restarted to fellate him, wasting no time being slobbish and disgusting. Pulling on it tight with her lips, she sucked, swallowed, and then choked herself on it before releasing more spit and drool all over Rick’s lower abdomen.

“Yeah, throat it. Just like that!”

He buried himself deep, plugging it into her neck and gagging her again. She pulled off of it, gasping, drooling, and whining.

“Oh, my God!” she said, dazed.

Re-catching her breath, Mr. Rakehell held his cock and swung its tip around her open lips. Slavering, she reinserted it.

“Right there, Jenny, right there.” “Ohhh!” he groaned, initiating another round of face fucking.

She didn’t move; she only held her position, keeping her mouth open and eyes closed. She was perfectly fine with letting her trainer use her mouth like a vagina as long as it increased the likelihood that she could get on the team.

Burying it again, deep down her throat, she tries to breathe through her snot-filled nose. Pulling off fast, she vents out trachea-trapped air. Her trainer slapped her ass, and she sighed, spitting up more sticky phlegm.

“You can do better than that, Jenny,” Mr. Rakehell argued as he felt his cock get swallowed again by the college sophomore.

She engulfed it in her mouth, letting out a loud moan as her top jaw hovered over it, and then her lips closed, sealing tightly to it. Foam and bubbles formed as she buried it.

“Heh, hold it! No!” he bayed as she retreated from his rod, releasing more spit and drool onto his waist.

She was irritated that he hadn’t blown his load yet, and didn’t want to miss her date with Billy. The longer it took for Mr. Rakehell to cum, the more likely that could become a reality. Her unsettled dilemma switched on a rabid rush button within her.

Jennifer immediately put his dick back down her throat, knowing that this was the type of perverse conduct that he wanted to see. Instead of letting him gag her with his cock, she choked herself on it.

She ambushed his dick with her mouth, shoving it deep into her head. Coughing, drooling, heaving, and spitting, she was happy to let him demoralize her and was abject to his rakishness.

“Yes, Jenny!” he yelled, seeing that she had succumbed to a sort of sluthood that he had seldom seen before.

He began to pump himself in and out of her face in a high-energy motion. At times she would pull back to spit all the excess drool down onto his dick so that it slid in and out of her mouth easier. Police sirens hummed out loud again from afar, creating an ambiance of scandal in the air.

Jennifer was pulling hard now. Not just giving Mr. Rakehell head but giving him her whole head to let him use as his secret fuck hole. Bobbing and slurping, she was on a mission for his sperm; it was vital for her not to miss her date with Billy.

“Oh, my God!” she cried again, spitting more drool onto his gooey organ.

Mr. Rakehell could tell that Jennifer wanted him to cum. He had been having sex with her for over six hours and was ready, but not just yet. Having not seen how long she could stand his despoliation, he wanted to have fun with her for a bit longer.

He resumed face-pumping her, and then Jennifer froze. Holding his sopping cock in place, she let him have his way as he pierced her mouth with his penis in rapid-fire succession. With her consent, he smashed his cock down her throat while she was hoping this would be it.

He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her further down. She grabbed his leg, signaling that she needed air, and he let go. Phlegm smeared his balls when she pulled away.

She gasped for air and looked at his saliva-covered dick, upset that he still hadn’t cum. She took a deep breath and went straight back down on it. Right away, Mr. Rakehell grabbed her from behind and shoved her head down as far as it could go.

“Yes, gag on it...,” he barked.

Jennifer did just that—hard—not once but twice. The eerie sounds of the sirens returned yet again, synchronizing with the deep throat lockdown she was in as if they were coming to free her from it.

Knowing when to stop, he released his grip, and she yanked upward, adding more drool to the puddle on his stomach.

All of a sudden, she remembered that Mr. Rakehell worked with Billy at times and knew how guys could be with their sexual conquests. Kiss and tell was for real.

Since they had already agreed to keep this encounter a secret, Jennifer felt she could trust Mr. Rakehell not to say anything. Nonetheless, she still thought something had to be said to be on the safe side. Sucking hard, she stopped but continued to jack him off. Rick’s student then turned towards him.

“You can’t tell Billy about this, okay?” she said bashfully, sniffling snot up her nose. “I can’t let him know about this,” she continued, turning back towards his penis, raising it upward, and licking it before putting it back into her mouth.

“Yes, It’s our little secret,” he declared, then resumed spreading her ass and licking her clit in a roundabout motion.

“Ohhhhhhh,” Jennifer moaned, loving every second of his tongue exploring her in a deviant fashion.

Mr. Rakehell wanted to repay her for all the kinky fun she shared with him on this day. Wiggling his tongue around her sweet spot, she squeaked like a mouse, enjoying the sensations he created in the middle of her folds.

She lost it shortly, being swept away by his tongue dancing in circles around her mound. Retraining her focus, she revived her oral provisions and offered her mouth as a cock socket once more. The debauchery carried on as Jennifer fellated her trainer in a most warped and dissolute way.

Mr. Rakehell locked his penis deep down her passage. He kept making her gag and heave up phlegm, but she hadn’t puked, which was quite an accomplishment, given how much dick she was making disappear.

In one instance, she unlatched the part of her neck that was keeping his penis a prisoner and, upon doing so, spit out loads of mucus trapped behind his shaft.

“Yesss..,” Mr. Rakehell shouted, elated by how good it felt and eagerly waiting to do it again.

A bit nauseated from having such a large object removed from her gullet so quickly, his student stared at his hard-on with glassy watering eyes as she slurped up some spit and said, “I don’t think that I can go down any farther; it’s just too big.”

“Ohhhhh...” he groaned, anticipating the arrival of her warm mouth for yet another try. With her mouth wide open, she reburied his girth.

“All the way down, oh yeah!” Mr. Rakehell cried out. He shook his hips, vibrating her skull, and she endured the turbulence. “Yes, Jenny,” Rick continued, moving into her face, using her head as a source of extreme dalliance. “Spit on that dick,” he insisted.

Sniffing with a mucus-filled nose, activated by all the phlegm she had expelled, she did just that after pulling it out of her maw.

Staring at it again with a muddleheaded expression, she saw how slimy and shiny she had made it with all her expectoration. Ironically, this made Jennifer feel proud and shameful simultaneously. “Oh my God,” she whined in dismay.

Mr. Rakehell was still lapping away, creating a constant tingle between her legs and spreading bliss through her bottom.

She returned his penis to her mouth and was fellating him for a short time before she heard him moan. Is he about to come ? she thought to herself.

“I want to fuck your tight pussy some more,” he demanded.

She pulled him from her mouth, her eyes drifting to the side of her head, acknowledging where he lay. Absorbing the reality of his comment, she was somewhat disturbed and upset. To think she had a chance of becoming a Varsity team member, she felt this was the last round of defilement that she needed to endure. And this time she was right.

Police sirens whistled aloud outside Rick Rakehell’s apartment one last time before Jennifer whimpered, “Yes, sir,” using her innocent, innocuous voice obediently.