Desires in the Drunk Locker Room

T had travelled away to watch her husband play foot ball. The team had won, but Ts car had broken down so she had decided to catch the team bus home. The team were all jubilant, and a bit drunk. As the trip went on, Ts tight sexy body and large firm tits started looking very inviting and a great way to celebrate

In the dimly lit bus, the air thick with victory and beer, T shifted in her seat. Her tight, jeans hugged her curves, and her blouse stretched over her full, firm tits. She felt eyes on her, and not just one pair. The bus lurched, and a hulking figure stumbled towards her. Jack, the team's captain, his eyes glazed but hungry. " Mind if I sit here, gorgeous?" he growled, their usual camaraderie replaced with something primal. T hesitated, then shrugged, moving over. Jack's thigh pressed against hers, hot and heavy. He leaned in, his breath hot on her neck. "You look fucking delicious, T," he murmured, his hand resting on her thigh, fingers tracing patterns on her jeans. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding. She could feel the heat of his hand, the roughness of his fingertips. She looked around; the bus was filled with rowdy, drunk teammates, none paying them any mind. Jack's hand moved higher, squeezing her thigh. She could feel his fingers inching towards her, the tension building under his touch. Another hand from behind her reached to squeeze one of her breasts, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin. There wasn't just one pair of eyes on her. She turned her head and whispered, "What are you doing?" Jack leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "Celebrating, T. You look too fucking good to resist." His hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against her pussy through her jeans. She gasped, her body responding despite her mind's protests. Behind her, a muffled voice said, "Fuck, she smells good." The scent of fresh pussy mixed with her arousal. His fingers found her nipple, squeezing and rolling. She let out a sharp breath, her body arching into his touch. Jack smiled, his hand moving lower, cupping her between her legs. She could feel his fingers pressing against her, his thumb rubbing her through her jeans. She was soaked. There was no stopping it.

She let out a shaky breath, her eyes fluttering closed as Jack's thumb rubbed firm circles over her clit. The bus rumbled on, the noise and movement a distant hum compared to the pounding of her pulse. Behind her, she felt a body press closer, a different hand slipping under her blouse to trace the lace edge of her bra. She shivered, her nipples hardening against the rough fabric. She was trapped between two hard bodies, two sets of hands exploring her, claiming her. Her breath hitched as Jack's fingers deftly unbuttoned her jeans, the cool air of the bus hitting her exposed skin. The hand behind her moved to her back, unclasping her bra with a practiced ease. She gasped as her breasts spilled free, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat of the hands now roaming over her. She could feel a mouth on her neck, sucking and biting, while Jack's fingers slipped inside her pants, finding her wet and ready. She moaned softly, her hips jerking as he slid a thick finger inside her. "You like that, don't you, T?" Jack muttered against her ear, his finger pumping in and out of her. She nodded, her breath coming in quick gasps. The hands on her breasts squeezed and tweaked her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. "You're so fucking wet," Jack groaned, adding another finger, stretching her. She could feel the pressure building, her body coiling tight. The bus hit a bump, and she cried out, her orgasm rushing through her. Jack's mouth was on hers, swallowing her cries, his fingers slowing but not stopping. As she came down from her high, she felt Jack's fingers withdraw, and she heard the rustle of a zipper. She turned to look at him, her eyes meeting his hungry gaze. He grinned, his hand wrapping around his thick cock, stroking it slowly. Behind her, she felt another zipper, another hard length pressing against her back. She was drenched, her body aching with need. She reached out, her hand wrapping around Jack's cock, feeling his pulse against her palm. He groaned, his hips jerking forward. She turned back to the man behind her, her hand reaching out to stroke him as well. She was surrounded by hard, throbbing cocks, and she wanted them all. She leaned forward, her lips wrapping around Jack's cock, taking him deep into her mouth as she stroked the man behind her, the bus's rumble a distant hum to her carnal symphony.

She was lost in the rhythm of her mouth and hands, the salty taste of pre-cum on her tongue, the harsh breaths above her. Her own arousal was a pulsing heat, a demand that echoed through her body. The man behind her pressed closer, his hands gripping her hips, his cock throbbing against her back. Jack's fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her, urging her to take him deeper. She complied, her mouth working him expertly, her tongue swirling around his shaft. Behind her, the man's hands roamed, squeezing her ass, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine. She shuddered, her body responding to their touch, their need. Jack groaned, his hips bucking. "Fuck, T, you're incredible," he muttered, his voice thick with desire. She could feel his cock swelling, his body tensing. She knew he was close, and she wanted to push him over the edge. She doubled her efforts, her mouth and hand working in sync, her other hand stroking the man behind her faster, harder. She could feel his breath hitch, his body pressing harder against her back. She was driving them both wild, and she loved every second of it. Jack's grip on her hair tightened, his body tensing. "I'm gonna come," he groaned, his hips jerking. She felt his cock pulse in her mouth, his release hot and salty on her tongue. She swallowed, her own body aching with need. As Jack pulled away, panting, the man behind her pressed closer. She could feel his cock, hard and insistent, against her back. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "My turn," he growled, his hand slipping around to cup her breast, his fingers pinching her nipple. She gasped, her body arching into his touch. She couldn't see him, couldn't know who it was, but she didn't care. All she knew was the heat of his body, the roughness of his hands, the hardness of his cock. She turned, her back pressing against the seat, her legs spreading wide. She reached for him, her hands pulling him closer, her body open and ready. She could see from his shadowy outline that he smiled, that he knew he had her. But she wanted more. “Not here,” she breathed in his ear. “More.” She gripped his cock. “Back of the bus. Now.”

She stood up, pulling him with her, leaving Jack sprawled out in his seat, catching his breath. The bus was still loud, the noise a dull roar as she led him towards the back, her hand gripping his cock, guiding him. His hand was on her hip, fingers digging into her soft flesh, his breath hot on her neck. She turned to face him, her back pressing against the cold window. The bus's motion was a rough, rhythmic sway, mirroring the pulsing need between her legs. She could see his eyes, dark and hungry, reflecting the dim lights of the bus. She reached up, her hands cupping his face, pulling him down to her. Their lips met in a fierce, desperate kiss, tongues clashing, teeth nipping. She could taste herself on him, a heady mix of her arousal and his desire. His hands were on her breasts, squeezing, kneading, his thumbs rough on her nipples. She moaned into his mouth, her body arching into his touch. She could feel his cock, hard and insistent, pressing against her stomach. She reached down, her hand wrapping around him, stroking him slowly. He groaned, his hips jerking into her touch. She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down his neck, her teeth nipping at his skin. She could feel his pulse, rapid and wild, under her lips. She moved lower, her tongue tracing the line of his collarbone, her hands pushing his shirt up, her nails scraping against his skin. She wanted to taste him, to feel him pulse in her mouth. She dropped to her knees, her hands pushing his pants down, his cock springing free, hard and thick. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and then she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him, her tongue swirling around his shaft. She felt his hands on her head, his fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her. She took him deeper, her mouth working him, her hand stroking his base. She could feel him hit the back of her throat, could feel him tense, his body coiling tight. She doubled her efforts, her mouth and hand moving in sync, her other hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. It was a blur. His hips were bucked and she was on her feet in a second. His hands were gripping her, spinning her around, bending her over. His hand was on her back, pressing her down, his other hand gripping her hip. She could feel his cock, hard and insistent, pressing against her pussy. She was wet, soaking, her body aching with need. She looked back at him, her eyes meeting his. "Fuck me," she demanded, her voice low and rough. He grinned, his hand gripping her hip tighter, his cock pressing against her entrance. He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "As you wish, my dear," he growled, and then he was inside her, his cock filling her, stretching her. She cried out, her body arching, her hands gripping the seat in front of her. He started to move, his hips thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of her, his breath hot on her neck. She could feel every inch of him, could feel the pressure building, her body coiling tight, ready to snap.

The bus was dimly lit, but the few remaining passengers couldn't help but steal glances at the scene unfolding at the back. T reveled in the attention, her body moving in sync with the stranger's thrusts, his cock sliding in and out of her with wet, obscene sounds. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes locking with a young woman across the aisle, her mouth parted, breath coming in quick gasps. T smiled, a wicked, lust-filled grin, her hips rolling back to meet the stranger's thrusts. "Look at us," she panted, her voice low but carrying in the quiet bus. "Look how fucking good he fucks me." The woman's cheeks flushed, but her eyes didn't leave the spectacle. T turned back, her hands gripping the seat in front of her, her body pushing back against the stranger's thrusts. He grunted, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock pounding into her. She could feel the eyes on her, could feel the heat of their gazes, and it only turned her on more. She moaned loudly, her body arching, her breasts swaying with each thrust. The stranger's hand snaked around her hip, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in firm circles. She cried out, her body tensing, her orgasm rushing through her. The bus seemed to fade away, the only sounds her screams and the stranger's grunts, the only sensation his cock pounding into her, his fingers on her clit. When she came down, she was panting, her body slick with sweat. The stranger's thrusts were erratic, his body tensing, his cock swelling. He grunted, his body jerking as he came, his release hot inside her. She smiled, her body sagging against the seat, her eyes fluttering closed. She had put on a show, and she had loved every second of it.

The team cheered as T took her second load of the trip. She is panting and sweaty. Looking around the rest of the team, including her shocked husband

She heard the hoots and hollers from the team, their eyes glued to her glistening body. She turned her head, a slow, satisfied smirk spreading across her face. Her eyes met his—her husband's shocked stare, his mouth agape. She could see the mix of surprise and arousal in his eyes, his grip tightening on the seat as he watched her. She winked at him, her body still trembling from her orgasm. As she pulled away from her stranger, she could still feel the wet heat of his release inside her, dripping down her thighs. She stood up, her body swaying slightly, her legs unsteady. She turned to face the team, her hands running down her body, tracing the curves of her hips, her breasts. She could feel the eyes on her, could feel the lust in the air, thick and heavy. She leaned against the seat, her body on full display, her legs spread slightly, inviting their gazes. She looked at each of them, her eyes locking with theirs, her smile sultry and inviting. Her husband looked a mess. Every cast of lust from their friends looked like shards digging knives into his chest. He was trying to hold it together, his eyes flicking from her to the other teammates, his jaw clenched. She could see the bulge in his pants, the strain of his zipper, and she knew he was hard, aching for her. She licked her lips, her tongue tracing the outline of her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, his hands gripping the seat tightly. She could see the struggle in his eyes, the war between his desire and his shock. She smiled, a slow, sensual smile, and she knew she had him right where she wanted him. She winked at him, her body language clear, and she turned to her teammate sitting closest to her, "I hope you liked the show, babe, because I'm just getting started. She reached over and gently stroked his inner thigh. He returned a nervous laugh. "You're sure a bad girl. I want a turn"

T's smile widened, a wicked glint in her eyes. She leaned in closer to her teammate, her breath hot on his ear. "Is that so?" she whispered, her hand trailing up his thigh, her fingers brushing against the growing bulge in his pants. He shifted, his breath hitching as she teased him. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, could sense his anticipation. She turned her attention back to the team, her eyes locking with each of them in turn. She could see the hunger in their gazes, the raw desire that matched her own. She stood up, her body on full display, and she began to dance, her hips swaying, her arms above her head. The bus was forgotten, the world outside nonexistent. It was just her and the team, their lust a palpable thing in the air. She moved closer to her husband, her body brushing against his as she danced. She could feel his breath on her skin, could sense his struggle to maintain control. She leaned down, her lips near his ear. "You like what you see, baby?" she whispered, her voice low and sultry. He didn't respond, his breath coming in quick gasps, his body tense. She smiled, moving away, her body gyrating to an unheard rhythm. She knew she was pushing his boundaries, testing his limits, and she loved every second of it. She turned her attention back to her teammate, her hands roaming over his body. He was hard, his cock straining against his pants, begging for release. She unzipped him, her hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking him slowly, teasingly. He groaned, his hips bucking, his body begging for more. She smiled, her eyes never leaving his as she leaned down, her tongue tracing the length of his cock, her breath hot on his skin. She could feel the tension in the bus, could sense the collective holding of breath as they watched her, waited for her next move. She was in control, and she was going to make them all beg. She looked up at him, her lips parted, her tongue flicking out to tease his tip. "You want this?" she asked, her voice a low purr. She then turned her head, and asked the entire team, "Want more show?" Her husband looked like he was going to explode.

More of the team push past her husband. Uncaring they want their turn with his hot and obviously slutty wife

A collective murmur of approval rippled through the bus. T's husband's grip tightened on the seat, his knuckles white. But the other teammates were past caring, their lust overtaking any sense of decency or restraint. They moved in, surrounding her, their eyes hungry and eager. The first to approach was Max, the team's captain. He was a burly man, his muscles straining against his shirt. He stood in front of her, his eyes locked on hers. "Your turn," she said, her voice a low growl. She reached out, her hands running over his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles. She could feel his heart pounding, his breath coming in quick gasps. She smiled, her hands moving lower, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants. She could see the bulge in his boxers, the strain of his cock against the fabric. She reached in, her hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking him slowly. He groaned, his hips bucking, his body pressing against hers. Behind her, she could feel another set of hands, roaming over her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned, her head falling back against the shoulder of the man behind her. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her ass, his breath hot on her neck. She turned her head, her lips meeting his in a fierce kiss. She could taste his desire, could feel his need. She turned back to Max, her eyes locking with his. "You want this?" she asked, her voice a low purr. She didn't wait, her lips moving to his neck, her tongue tracing a hot path down his chest. She could feel the tension in the bus, could sense the collective holding of breath as they watched her, waited for her next move. Her mouth moved lower, teasing his nipples with her tongue, her teeth gently nipping at his skin. She could feel his body trembling, could sense his struggle to maintain control. She smiled, her hands moving to his pants, pushing them down, revealing his cock, hard and ready. She looked up at him, her lips parted, her tongue flicking out to tease his tip. Max's groan filled the bus, a raw, primal sound. His hands gripped her hair, his hips bucking, begging for more. She took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her lips sucking him deep. She could feel the man behind her, his hands roaming over her body, his cock pressed against her ass. She reached back, her hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking him in time with her mouth on Max. She could feel the tension in the bus, could sense the collective holding of breath as they watched her, waited for her next move. She was in control, and she was going to make them all beg.

The man behind her growled softly, his teeth grazing her shoulder. "Fuck, T, you're dripping," he muttered, his hand sliding down her stomach, his fingers finding her slick heat. He groaned, his fingers teasing her entrance, his palm grinding against her clit. She moaned around Max's cock, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. His hips moved faster, fucking her mouth with a desperate need. T pulled back, gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting her lips to Max's cock. She looked up at him, her eyes wild. "Someone's impatient," she teased. She turned her head to the man behind her, his fingers still working her pussy. "And someone's eager," she said, her voice breathy. She stood up, turning to face him. It was Jake, the team's enforcer, his eyes dark with lust. She pushed him back onto a seat, straddling him. She could feel his cock pressing against her ass, his hands gripping her hips. She turned back to Max, her hand wrapping around his cock, stroking him slowly. "Don't worry, big boy," she purred. "I'm not done with you yet." She leaned down, her tongue swirling around his tip again. Behind her, Jake's hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned, the sound vibrating against Max's cock. She could feel Jake's cock sliding between her ass cheeks, his precum lubricating his path. She reached back, her hand wrapping around his shaft, guiding him to her entrance. She impaled herself on him, a low moan escaping her lips. She could feel every inch of him, could feel him stretching her, filling her. She started to move, her hips grinding against him, her pussy clenching around his cock. Behind her, Jake groaned, his hands gripping her hips, his body meeting hers thrust for thrust. Max watched, his breath coming in quick gasps, his cock hard and ready. T turned her attention back to him, her hand stroking him, her mouth teasing him. She could feel the tension in the bus, could sense the collective holding of breath as they watched her, waited for her next move. She was in control, and she was going to make them all beg. She turned her head to look at the rest of the team, her eyes locking with each of them in turn. "Who's next?" she asked, her voice a low purr.

The bus fell silent, the air thick with anticipation. T's eyes, wild and hungry, scanned the faces of the team, each man shifting uncomfortably, their cocks straining against their pants. She licked her lips, a slow, deliberate tease, her tongue tracing the outline of her mouth. "Come on, boys," she cooed, her voice dripping with lust. "Don't be shy. Who's next to feel this tight pussy?" She ground her hips down on Jake, making him groan, his fingers digging into her skin. "Or maybe you'd prefer this sweet mouth?" She turned back to Max, taking him deep into her throat, her eyes never leaving the rest of the team. She pulled back, a pop escaping her lips as Max's cock slid out. "Or perhaps you'd like to see how much of this big cock I can take in my ass?" She reached back, her fingers tracing Jake's length as he slid in and out of her. The men shifted, their breaths coming faster, their eyes glazed with lust. A few hands moved, adjusting themselves, trying to ease the strain. T smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips. "Oh, you're all so eager," she purred. "But I need to hear it. Tell me what you want." A man in the back, one of the newer players, stood up, his voice a low rumble. "I want that mouth, T. I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock." His hand was already on his belt, unbuckling it, unzipping his pants. His cock sprang free, hard and ready. He stroked it slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. T smiled, a slow, sultry curve of her lips. "Is that so?" she murmured, her eyes flicking to his cock, then back to his face. "Well, come here and show me what you've got." She turned back to Max, taking him deep into her throat, her hand stroking Jake's cock as he fucked her from below. The new player moved to stand in front of her, his cock level with her face. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking him in time with her mouth on Max. She could feel the tension in the bus, could sense the collective holding of breath as they watched her, waited for her next move. She was in control, and she was going to make them all beg and watch her take what she want. She turned her attention to the new player, her tongue swirling around his tip, her lips sucking him deep into her mouth. Behind her, Jake's hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned, the sound vibrating against the new player's cock. She could feel Jake's cock sliding between her ass cheeks, his precum lubricating his path. She reached back, her hand wrapping around his shaft, guiding him to her entrance.

The new player groaned, his hips jerking forward as T's mouth enveloped him. She hummed softly, the vibration making his eyes roll back. She could taste his precum, salty and slightly bitter, and she wanted more. Behind her, Jake's hands gripped her hips tighter, his thrusts becoming more urgent. She could feel his cock swelling inside her, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She knew he was close, and she wanted to push him over the edge. She leaned forward, her mouth still wrapped around the new player's cock, her ass grinding down on Jake. She could feel his fingers digging into her skin, could hear his low growls as he fought for control. She reached back, her fingers finding his balls, rolling them gently. He cursed, his hips bucking upwards, his cock pulsing inside her as he came. She pulled back from the new player, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. She turned to Jake, a wicked smile on her lips. "That was quick," she teased, her hips still grinding against him, milking every last drop of his orgasm. She could feel his cock softening inside her, but she wasn't done yet. She turned back to the new player, her hand stroking his cock, her tongue licking his tip. "Your turn," she purred, her eyes locked on his. She took him deep into her throat, her hand reaching back to guide Jake's cock to her ass. She moaned as he slid in, the burn and stretch making her pussy clench around him. She was full, so full, and she loved every second of it. She could feel the new player's cock swelling in her mouth, could feel his hands tangling in her hair. She knew he was close, and she wanted to taste him, wanted to feel him come undone in her mouth. She sucked him harder, her tongue swirling around his tip, her hand stroking his shaft in time with her mouth. Behind her, Jake's hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned, the sound vibrating against the new player's cock. She could feel the tension in the bus, could sense the collective holding of breath as they watched her, waited for her next move. She was in control, and she was going to make them all watch as she took what she wanted. She turned her attention back to the new player, her tongue swirling around his tip, her lips sucking him deep into her mouth. She could feel his cock swelling, could feel his body tensing. She knew he was close, and she wanted to push him over the edge. She sucked him harder, her hand stroking his shaft faster, her tongue swirling around his tip. She could feel his cock pulsing in her mouth, could taste his cum as he came, his body shuddering with his release. She swallowed, her mouth still wrapped around his cock, her tongue licking him clean. She pulled back, a slow, sultry smile on her lips. She turned to Jake, her hand reaching back to stroke his cock, still hard inside her. "Who's next?" she purred, her eyes scanning the room, her body ready for more.