Squatting in front of Mr. Rakehell’s bed as he waved his p*nis in front of her face, Jennifer tugged on his testicles, knowing he wanted to put it back in her mouth. Grasping it, he aimed above her chin, and eager to improve her chances of getting on the team, she opened wide, anxious to satisfy his desire.

This time she fellated him with a touch of aggression. Her goal was to give the impression that he could use her for his pleasure until he came. She knew that he was well-connected with Coach Miller and his associates. Even if she didn’t do well enough in the tryouts, he could help her get a second chance if he felt motivated and had a good reason.

Glug! Glug! Glug! She overfilled herself, mashing her mouth against his d*ck. He was surprised at her feistiness. “Oh, yes, Jenny! “Gag on it. All the way down!” he said, seeing she had become more submissive now.

He watched his c*ck bend as he pushed it against her throat, this time touching her tonsils. He backed away, freeing it from her gab, and she rapidly sucked in some oxygen.

“Ugghhh,” she groaned as she spat out the phlegm in her mouth on her uniform.

Jennifer briefly began to suck on it again when Mr. Rakehell said, “All the way down.” One more time!”

She pulled it out of her mouth with the saliva stringing off it. Having a concerned face while holding Rick's p*nis in front of her lips, she yelped, “I’m not sure if I can do it, sir.”

“One more time. All the way down. Let me see how far you can go down,” he replied unsparingly.

Upset for a moment, her eyes squinted briefly. But then something clicked in her mind, and she decided to use this decadent moment to her advantage. With a surge of confidence, she bit her lower lip, began to massage her trainer's b*lls, and with a b*by-doll face, looked up at him and said, “I am going to get on the team, right sir?”

Grabbing his p*nis, he put it in her mouth and said, “Of course, Jenny. As long as you keep working hard.”

After she confirmed that he was committed to helping her become a Varsity League player, she took her subservient loyalty to the next level. He started to jab himself into her mouth, and she relaxed her jaw as best she could as if it were her duty to let him do so.

“Yes, Jenny, just like that!” he said fiendishly. A wet, sloppy gurgle could be heard as Mr. Rakehell used her mouth like a p*ssy.

Jennifer wore everything she had come to Rick’s apartment with, except for her shorts and underwear. Her pink headband, wristbands, over-the-calf soccer socks, jersey, shin guards, and cleats made her look ready for the game.

She leaned back against the base of the bed, holding Mr. Rakehell’s thighs. He punctured her mouth as if it had one use and one use only: being a fuckhole.

“You l*ttle b*tch. Ch*ke on it. I want to hear you ch*ke on it!” he said like a devil.

He buried his p*nis deep down her throat as drool and spit dribbled down onto her shirt. She gasped for air, backing away from him and taking a moment to catch her breath. Saliva oozed from her chin as she looked up at him with sad pouty lips.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, his erect d*ck hanging above her.

He grabbed the back of her head. She opened her mouth. The face-f*cking resumed.

“Yeah!” Mr. Rakehell exclaimed, hearing Jennifer’s gag reflex kick in yet again.

He pulled his shaft out and waved it again in front of her. She had her tongue out in anticipation of feeding on it once more. Returning his p*nis, he f*cked her mouth before she coughed and spat out more phlegm.

“Yes! That’s what Mr. Rakehell likes. Nice and sloppy!” he howled.

When dating her high school sweetheart, Rob, Jennifer always gravitated toward being submissive. It was in her nature to be a giver rather than a taker. A state of lechery had wrapped around her. Her shaven, wet p*ssy dripped onto the tile floor as Mr. Rakehell impaled her face.

Rick put his left foot on the bed for leverage and thrust himself into her mouth. He buried his c*ck deep and far, down to her larynx sphincter. Then he backed away while watching her cough up more drool.

“Yeahhhhhh!” he said, looking at her spit it onto the floor.

“You can do better than that, Jenny,” he said, returning his shaft into her pie h*le.

“All the way down. Yes!”

Again she pulled back, slavering like a critter with rabies. Leaning her head back onto the bed so that Mr. Rakehell could f*ck it some more, he grabbed it with both hands and said, “You’re going to get on the team, alright. I’ll tell you that.”

With that, he began to plunge into her head with no remorse. The veiny flesh of his p*nis sl*shed between her small lips.

“Yes, you are!” he said as he continued to dominate her by shoving his c*ck down her gullet further and further, making her gasp for air.

“Open that mouth. Open that mouth, Jenny. Yes!” Mr. Rakehell wailed.

A slurping sound kept on vibrating within his bedroom as her p*ssy continued to seep onto the tile. It was a salacious scene that unquestionably everyone in her church congregation would have disapproved of.

Cramming it in once more and making it bend again while pushing it down deep, he grabbed her head and said, “Look at me, look at me! Yes!”

She yanked him away with beads of saliva attached to his d*ck and ripped a loud burp. “You want to get on the team, don’t you? Don’t you?” Mr. Rakehell asked with a vituperative voice.

“Yes, sir!” Jenny said emotionally, shaking her head up and down.

Her innocent round eyes stared into his and held an honest look of sincerity.

“Huh? Yeah?” he quipped.

She nodded in agreement again and said, “Yes, sir. Yes, sir!”

She started to look a bit distraught as things were getting crazy. She wanted to make Rick happy, but it felt like the situation was right on the cusp of being too much for her to handle.

She decided to surrender passively, to make all her effort worthwhile, and then he blurted, “Put this in your mouth. Open up! All the way down! “Yeah, yeah!” he screamed.

Foam began to form around the edge of her lips, and her eyes began to water. Pulling away, Mr. Rakehell waved his c*ck around her mouth.

Fueled by adrenaline, she grabbed it and shoved it back in to show him she was determined to please.

“Yes, Jenny! Keep going!” he screamed, excited to see her progressive corruption.

She commenced bobbing up and down on his manhood while holding onto his knees in front of the bed. “Yessss!” he said with ardency.

She moaned and whimpered as she submitted to servicing him.

“Take your shoes off. “Let’s take this off,” Jennifer’s trainer requested, pulling on her uniform.

He lifted her from her squatting position and tossed his soccer student onto the bed. With both arms, she raised her jersey over her head and took it off, exposing her white sports bra. Meanwhile, Mr. Rakehell untied and pulled the cleats off her feet. They clapped as he tossed them both to the side of his bed.

Varsity Sl*t League Episode #6