Chapter 2: Climax
Kendra's grip on Misty's head was firm, her long red hair cascading over Misty's petite frame as her girlfriend knelt before her. The scent of sweat, adrenaline, and determination hung heavy in the air, almost as thick as Kendra's arousal that now stood erect, demanding Misty's attention.
Misty's heart raced, her green eyes darted up to meet Kendra's piercing blue gaze, before sinking back down to her task.
Her painted lips parted, tongue snaking out to taste Kendra's tip, hands fumbling with the aching offer before her.
The crowd gasped, a few girls shifting uncomfortably, before whispering, giggling, and lewd comments escaped their lips.
Kendra smirked, grabbing a fistful of Misty's blonde hair, pushing and pulling her mouth on her stiff length.
Misty's saliva glistened as it stretched around Kendra's slick, pulsing erection.
"Fuck, yes." Kendra moaned, pushing deeper into Misty's skilled and eager mouth. "You love this, don't you?"
Misty moaned her affirmation, tongue working, hands massaging Kendra's firm ass, guiding her movements. Kendra's dominance and Misty's submission was a dance as old as time; its rhythm ebbing and flowing like the changing seasons.
The crowd in the locker room had grown, girls packing in tighter and tighter to get a view of Kendra's erection sliding in and out of Misty's open mouth.
"Look at her, worshipping you like the Queen you are." A voice slithered from the side.
Kendra barely spared a glance at the curvy little thing that suddenly appeared, leaning against the lockers. She had a smattering of freckles across her nose, long lashes framing her deep brown eyes, and a sly grin on her lips.
The flicker of a flicked tongue snaked out to wet her mouth, lingering like an invitation.
"Goddamn, Keke, you've got 'em hypnotized." Her sultry voice provoked a shiver of longing that danced over Kendra's skin.
"Focus, Krystle," Kendra admonished, but the grin on her lips seemed to undermine her words.
"Suck."
Misty mewled at the command, her movements growing faster and more desperate along Kendra's length. The taste of her lover's arousal was intoxicating, erotic, hypnotic; it made her toes curl, her thighs tremble, and her dripping folds ache to be filled. A wave of pleasure rocked through Misty, her own erection twitching with each thrust and suckle.
Her tits felt swollen and sensitive, the tips tingling with a sweet ache.
Kendra's grip tightened in Misty's hair, her hips moving with greater urgency. She swore, her voice husky and raw, as she neared the edge.
"Touch her, Krystle," Kendra ordered, her breath sharp and pants uneven. "Make her cum for me."
Krystle smirked, moving to kneel beside Misty.
Krystle pulled down Misty's shorts, only to reveal a chastity cage locking her cock tightly away. "Oops, no coming for, I suppose," said Kendra with a smirk.
She stared down at Misty, who felt herself blushing furiously—not because she was embarrassed, but because she was frustrated. There was something so unbearably hot about this moment, with all her teammates watching in fascination as Kendra and Krystle played with her body. She couldn't help but wonder what they were thinking, what was going through their minds as they saw their captain, their star player, on her knees, being pleasured by her girlfriend and Kendra's best friend.
Krystle smiled wickedly.