Initially, Jennifer thought when she came to her soccer trainer’s apartment earlier this afternoon, she would sign the registry form for the Varsity Team tryouts and then move on with her day.

Instead, shortly after she arrived, she initiated an inappropriate relationship with him as payback for the strings he pulled to give her a chance at being a Varsity player.

She has missed her practice game with her girlfriends and cashier shift at D*cks B*lls but still plans to see Billy after his tournament later this evening. Billy’s game was being played at a college about twenty minutes away and, based on what time it was, most likely about to end. But Mr. Rakehell hadn’t c*m yet.

Jennifer was on Rick’s bed, lying on her back, with her legs pulled upward. They were open, and she touched herself while she watched Mr. Rakehell drink a large glass of water. Her pink hairband and wristbands were all that she wore.

“I want you inside me, Mr. Rakehell,” she purred, diddling her sore privates.

Taking the last sip of water, he set the glass down and walked over to her lying on the bed.

“I want you to give it to me,” she insisted, spreading herself open with both hands as Rick stood between her toned legs.

Smirking, he put himself inside her and began to deliver his manhood as he pinned her legs back with his large, muscular arms. Jennifer moaned as his erect p*nis pressed against her battered folds.

Mr. Rakehell never had s*x twice with the girls on the team that he worked for. The rule helped him get away with his scheme for as long as he had. This day was the only one he had to enjoy Jennifer, and he wanted to use her up as best he could.

Picking her off the bed, he stepped back and turned around. With her legs locked around his strong arms, he held onto her butt cheeks and tossed her up and down on his shaft, enjoying his last opportunity to loosen her snug box.

The penetration wasn’t painful, but she was tender down there. That was easy for her to understand after having four *rgasms during one session of s*x. All that mattered was letting Mr. Rakehell have his way with her for ten more minutes. The sun had set, Billy’s tournament was almost over, and she wanted to prepare for her date later this evening.

Mr. Rakehell continued pumping into his student as she bounced on his member. She wrapped her arms tight around his neck and shouted in a punch-t*psy tone, “Give it to me, Mr. Rakehell! Give it to me!”

“Yes, yes!”, He exclaimed as he plowed into her hanging garden, holding her bottom and using her weight to gain more momentum, driving himself as deep as he could inside her y*ung body. Heavy breathing filled the room as their torsos ground against one another; their sweat mixed and dripped to the floor.

They discontinued fornicating, and Mr. Rakehell took a pillow from his bed for Jennifer to kneel on. Going down on her knees, she put Mr. Rakehell in her mouth and began finishing her favor for all the support that he provided.

“You’re going to get all this c*m.” “Oh, yes, Jenny,” he pledged as he looked down while standing above her.

Already drooling, she spits onto the floor, grabs his p*nis, and goes straight to work on his *rgasm by sucking him off.

“That’s a good girl; keep going, Jenny,” he continued.

Mr. Rakehell had face-f*cked her four times in the last seven hours. This time, the fifth today would be the most intense yet.

“Open your mouth. Open that throat. Yes...,” Rick said in a hawkish tone. He was ready to bust his nuts and he was going out with a bang.

He grabbed the top of her head with his left hand, his c*ck with the right, and shoved himself straight down her throat, past her pharynx, throttling her instantly.

“Yesss!” he howled and then removed himself. Jennifer spat all over the floor.

She knew this was the end and became a l*ttle frightened. Mr. Rakehell wasn’t starting slow. She knew this last bl*wjob was going to be rough. She went to her happy place, snuggling on the couch with Billy while watching a movie and having popcorn, before enduring Mr. Rakehell’s sick sm*sh into her muzzle.

He put himself back in her mouth and lowered his hand to her head. Pumping into her face, he yanked his d*ck out, attached beads of drool, and then slammed it in quickly. He buried it with no remorse.

“One more time.” “All the way down!” he screeched, using his other hand to tap the one behind her head like a hammer so that it shoved his c*ck further into her skull. His d*ck was now nudging the delicate back of her esophagus.

She pulled away and belched. Phlegm came up immediately and began to ooze out between her lips.

“Yeahhhh!” he hollered out with a happy smile.

Jennifer spits on the floor, turns toward him, and opens her mouth, knowing what is coming next. He filled it without hesitation and yelled, “All the way down! All the way down! Do that one more time for Step-daddy!”

Grabbing her shoulders, he rammed her toward him, gouging away at her face. Her gag reflex activated again. Rick buried himself deeper, screaming, “Nooo.... “Hold it!”

She ripped away from him, almost puking. Large globs of thick phlegm came up, and she spat them onto the floor, looking at them in disgust.

“Ohhh...” Mr. Rakehell grunted, getting off on how nasty it all was.

Jennifer raised her head, with Rick’s hard p*nis in her face. C*mpletely submissive, she opened her mouth, clearly knowing her purpose at his apartment this late in the day.

After shoving himself in, he grabbed her head with both hands and pushed his weight into her throat.

“You wanna be on the team? You hold that for ten more seconds,” he bawled. He pushed harder and further. Foam filled her lips. She gasped and gagged and needed to consolidate her thoughts to stay focused on the task at hand. “Hold that, Jenny!” he requested as he filled her throat.

She yanked away. Drool dripped. Panting, she took deep breaths. Mr. Rakehell was standing above her with a dominant stance. Swinging his d*ck in circles before her face, she breathed heavily, preparing for her next mouthful.

She placed him back into her head and knelt naked with her legs spread. Spit, phlegm, and drool covered her chest and the pillow below. It looked like a scene straight out of a wh*re movie.

In and out, In and out, In and out. Mr. Rakehell’s meat slid in and out of her mouth, lubricated by all the phlegm and mucus coming up. Pulling it out with beads of drool attached, he looked down at her, thrilled to see the mess that he was making. “Ohhh, that’s nasty!”, He said.

Whimpering, she put his p*nis back in her mouth. Glug, glug, glug . The sound of his c*ck shoved into her facial orifice ricocheted off the walls of his bedroom.

“You l*ttle b*tch. Gag on it. I want to hear you Gag on it!” Mr. Rakehell taunted with a wicked look in his eyes.

He continued to f*ck her face as drool squeezed out from the corners of her mouth. Glug, Glug, Glug.

“Ohhh, you’re going to get all this c*m, Jenny. Yes. Open up!” he said as he penetrated her throat.

Her trainer was ramming himself down her neck and slapping her tits before she yanked away for a breath.

“Yeah!” he said with excitement.

She hurled a l*ttle in her mouth and spat it on the floor.

“Oh my G*d,” she said hysterically in a shell-shocked state. ”This is so wrong, sir!”

With wide eyes, Jennifer looked up at Mr. Rakehell as excessive drool poured from each corner of her mouth.

“No one is ever going to find out, b*by, no one,” he proclaimed as he held up her chin with his fingers, positioning her mouth for the entrance of his d*ck once again.

“Yeahhh!” he moaned, filling her head.

Jennifer got a kink in her throat, making her larynx constrict, which made her gullet thin, clutching Rick’s d*ck tightly. She was making strange noises, wedged air escaping her wet lips, with a mouth full of p*nis-type noises.

He pulled it out and used his shaft like a mop, swiping her chin in circles and collecting strings of drool as they were about to fall onto the bed. Having a window to catch her breath, she did. Splattered with spit, he moved back in to face-f*ck her some more. Her perky, slobber-coated breasts only got stickier as he continued to grind between her lips, making her salivate even more. He slapped at her tits and spread the sputum all over her chest. It made her nipples glisten in the light emitted from the lamps on his nightstands.

“One more time. Make it disappear. All the way down. All the way down! Open your mouth! All the way! Open your mouth!”

Jennifer gaped open orally, saying “Aahhhh” with a crackled tone.

He shoved his c*ck in her mouth, bending it, and pressing it down into her throat with his right hand while pushing the back of her head against it with his left.

“More!” he yelled, trying to hide it better as Jennifer accepted his p*rverted pleas. Using her head like a ham hock with a h*le cut, he pummeled into her mouth, g*gging her more, creating excess froth on the sides of her cheeks.

“Hold it! Keep going! Yeah!” he hissed, mashing her head into his c*ck with both hands wrapped tight around the sides of her head.

She spits him out frantically, drooling and gasping from another gag reflex.

“Oh, my g*d!” she wailed as she tried to gather herself and collect her strength.

“Yes, Jenny!” Mr. Rakehell exclaimed. “You’re definitely going to make the team,” He assured her.

Jennifer’s eyes watered as she slavered onto her chest. Her self-worth was beginning to tank. Mr. Rakehell was pushing the limits of her sanity. But she had gone too far to quit now. The thought of making out with Billy later in the evening helped her keep going.

She told herself, I got this! And then opened her mouth and let her trainer reinsert himself once more.

“Yesss!” he crowed as he slid himself between her lips, rubbed her mucus-covered breasts with his hands, and fed her his whole length.

While becoming familiar with Jennifer’s beautiful athletic body for the last seven hours, Mr. Rakehell built an excessive load of c*m that filled his nuts. He was ready to release his b*ll batter, planning an *njection into her stomach through her throat.

“You ready for this c*m, b*by?” he asked, pumping into her drooling face.

“Uhm-hum, uhm hum, uhm hum!” she murmured rapidly in response, with her mouth full as she slurped.

“Yeah?” he asked, looking down at her, feeling so fortunate to have had all this mischief with her today.

Slurp, Slurp, Slurp.

“Oh, yeah...” Mr. Rakehell grunted. Looking upward, he focused on sh*oting his hot sticky glue into the h*le within her head.

Suddenly, having another laryngospasm, Jennifer unlodged his c*ck from her throat and coughed up a massive glob of phlegm. She almost puked but was able to hold it down.

Then, with her hands by her sides, she sat with her mouth open, humming “Aahhhhh” in a pathetic, desperate tone. One that signified that he had taken her down to the lowest notch.

Swinging his hips, he waved his d*ck in front of her face, letting the tip graze her tongue as her mouth opened wide, awaiting his sp*rm.

“One more time. All the way down. Yes!” he roared, concealing his c*ck under the roof of her mouth for several seconds.

A g*gging sound filled the silence in the room.

Needing air, she pushed him back. Falling into a stupefied state, she was ready for him to c*m, so that she could go. A legitimate feeling of being broken and spent hovered over her.

“F*ck!” Jennifer belled. Whining and confused, she seemed lost. The drool that his d*ck created was dripping off of her chin and onto her breast. She was a hot mess and ready for this to end.

“Yeah, one more time. “You’re gonna get c*m all in that mouth!” Mr. Rakehell snapped, reinserting himself as he massaged her phlegm-covered chest.

Positioning her head with his arm, he hunched over her and thrust a final series of pumps into her mouth.

After g*gging, spitting, and gasping, she then returned for more. Her soccer trainer shook her head back and forth, pulling her lips on and off his c*ck in a breakneck motion.

Finally, pulling himself from her gorge, Mr. Rakehell begins to m*sturbate in front of Jennifer’s saliva-stained face. “Yeah, come here,” he ordered, preparing to fill her stomach with his seed. Gaping her mouth open, she waits in eager anticipation for the arrival of his milk.

“Aahhhhhhhh,” she hummed.

Stuffing his student’s mouth for the last time, Mr. Rakehell grabs the back of Jennifer’s head and continues stroking as he pushes his d*ck between her warm lips.

“Oh yes! “Oh yes, Jenny!” he shrieks as his pelvic floor constricts, his b*lls explode, and a torrent of sp*rm bursts from his p*nis into her mouth, filling both cheeks.

“Put it all the way down your throat!” he shouted out.

And she did just that. She didn’t need to swallow it though because it more or less sprayed down her gullet like it released from a broken fire hydrant.

Her eyes scrunched shut as her head sh*t back, and her neck bulged out from her trainer’s massive testicular discharge. Coating her throat with its slimy texture made her heave a l*ttle inside her mouth.

Swallowing the steamy mixture, she was feeling a l*ttle nauseous. But at the same time, she was glad that after c*mpletely consuming all of the fluid, Rick would have no need for her at his apartment anymore, and she would be on her way.

Mr. Rakehell squeezed the last drops of s*men from his c*ck directly into her mouth. Having swallowed most of it all, she spat a small excess portion out that dripped off her lips down onto her chest and to the floor.

Shaking his d*ck off in her face, drops of his sp*rm flew through the air, landing on her tongue and cheeks.

She touched her mouth, feeling how c*m covered it was, and then brought her hand to her chest, rubbing his seed all over her breast as she hugged them together and pinched the tip of her pink nipples.

Their session of s*x whined down, and they panted and reflected on their day together. A sense of disaster lifted and hovered above their sweaty bodies, followed by completion.

Jennifer put her fingers in her mouth and tasted her soccer trainer’s c*m, as he swung his now-flaccid p*nis around in her face.

Looking up at him with her round hazel eyes, she asked naively, “I am going to make the team, right sir?”

He grasped her chin and raised her head, looking into her angelic gaze, saying, “Of course, Jenny. As long as you keep working hard.”

Believing what he said was true and relying on his confidence, she felt assured that letting Rick use her as he did for the day cemented her status as a varsity team player. Their afternoon of debauchery together would pay off.

Looking at the world through rose-c*lored glasses made Jennifer trust people too much. Especially ones that she looked up to, admired, and respected. This element of her personality enabled certain characters, like Mr. Rakehell, to manipulate and fill her with a sense of hope that sometimes didn’t even exist.

After wiping the s*men from her mouth, she redressed, picked up her belongings, and said goodbye to Rick. She had just enough time to get home, shower, dress, and put her makeup on for Billy.

As she went out the door and began to walk back home to her parent’s house, she felt something was off. Not being able to put her finger on it, she let it go. However, she did feel a need to go to confession the following Sunday.

Unbeknownst to her at that moment, Jennifer’s decision to divulge her sins to her pastor would lead to how officials at Ribald University would find out about Mr. Rakehell’s improper behavior, eventually resulting in his removal from the school and bringing an end, to the Varsity Sl*t League.

Varsity Sl*t League Episode #13