Cheerleader Angel Takes Coach’s Cock in Locker Room Romp

Title: “Locker Room Lewdness: Angel’s Cheerleader Cinders”

The locker room was abuzz with chatter and giggles as the cheer squad poured in after practice, their bodies glistening with sweat, ponytails askew. Coach Jillian stood tall and imposing, eyeing her girls with a critical gaze. Her eyes landed on Angel, the star cheerleader, as she sauntered in last, her crop top riding up to expose her toned midriff.

“Angel! A word,” Coach Jillian barked, crooking a finger. Angel glanced around, noting the smirking faces of her teammates, before sulking over. “Yes, Coach?”

“Practice was sloppy today. You, of all people, should know better,” Coach chided, pointing a manicured finger at Angel’s errant uniform. A sly grin spread across Angel’s glossy lips. She knew exactly how to get out of trouble.

“I’m so sorry Coach! I’ll do anything to make it up to you,” Angel cooed, batting her lashes. She took a step closer, her ample breasts brushing against Coach Jillian’s arm. The coach tensed, but Angel pushed on. “Anything,” she whispered.

Coach Jillian swallowed hard, her eyes darting around to ensure no one was watching. Her team had already scampered out. She turned to Angel with a stern look. “Be careful, Angel. You’re playing a dangerous game,” she warned.

Angel just smirked. She knew Coach Jillian couldn’t resist her. Slipping a hand up Coach’s blouse, Angel cupped a breast and squeezed. The coach gasped, grabbing Angel’s wrist. “Not here,” she hissed, glancing nervously at the door.

Angel’s eyes sparkled with mischief. She thrust her hand lower, tracing the waistband of Coach Jillian’s skirt. “I want you, Coach. Now,” she purred. The coach’s resolve crumbled. Her hand shot out, slamming the locker room door and flipping the lock.

In a flash, Jillian had Angel pressed against the lockers, her mouth crashing into Angel’s with a fury. Angel moaned, grinding her hips into Coach’s thigh as she fumbled with Jillian’s buttons. “Fuck, I need your cock,” she panted between kisses.

Coach rolled her eyes at the crude comment but she couldn’t deny Angel’s enthusiasm. She hoisted up her cheerleader’s skirt, caressing Angel’s smooth ass. Angel whimpered, pushing back into the touch.

Fumbling at her belt, Coach Jillian finally freed her throbbing erection. It sprang up, hard and ready. Angel’s eyes widened appreciatively. She licked her lips, sinking to her knees. “Let me taste it, Coach,” she begged.

Jillian fisted a hand in Angel’s silky hair and guided her mouth to the dripping tip. Angel hummed happily, her mouth opening wide as she took Coach’s substantial length between her plush lips. Jillian groaned, hips rocking forward as Angel took her in deeper, cheeks hollowing.

“God, your mouth feels amazing,” Jillian moaned, pumping into Angel’s warmth. Her hips snapped forward faster, fucking Angel’s face with abandon. Angel gagged and sputtered, drool dripping down her chin, but she never resisted, never fought back.

“Look at me, Angel,” Jillian ordered, pulling Angel’s chin up. Her eyes were watery but full of lust. Jillian smiled down at her. “You’re such a good girl. Now, up against the lockers. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”

Angel scrambled to obey, shoving her thong to the side. Jillian grabbed her hips, lining up her cock with Angel’s sopping entrance. With one hard thrust, she split Angel open, burying herself to the hilt.

“Fuck!” Angel screamed, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the cold metal lockers. Jillian set a punishing rhythm, slamming into Angel’s heat with wild abandon. The room echoed with their grunts and moans, the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh.

“Harder, Coach!” Angel begged, arching her back to take Jillian deeper. Coach obliged, snarling as she pounded into Angel, chasing her own pleasure. Her hands crept up Angel’s trembling belly to twist and tug at her nipples, sending sparks of pain and pleasure through the cheerleader.

Angel’s cries grew louder, more desperate. Her legs trembled, threatening to give out. “I’m gonna cum, Coach!” she warned, fingers scrabbling at the door. Jillian growled, slamming into Angel harder, rubbing her clit with skillful fingers. Angel wailed, clamping down on Jillian’s cock as her orgasm crashed through her.

Biting her lip to muffle her cries, Angel’s hips stuttered and jerked as Jillian kept fucking her, stretching out her release. “Me too, fuck!” Jillian cried, slamming home one last time. Her cock pulsed, spurting hot ropes of cum deep into Angel’s fluttering walls. They collapsed together, Jillian’s front pressing Angel into the cold lockers as they caught their breaths.

Finally, Jillian pulled out with a wet squelch. Angel whimpered at the loss, feeling Jillian’s seed trickle down her thigh. Jillian scooped her up, carrying her to the shower, where she soaped them both up with tender touches, worshipping Angel’s fucked sore body.

In the end, they dressed carefully, stealing soft kisses between tapping hips and adjusting skirts. Coach Jillian unlocked the bathroom with trembling fingers, peeking out to check the coast was clear. Angel gave her one last wink before slipping out the door on trembling legs, a smile on her face. As she headed home, she knew tomorrow would bring another chance to corrupt her oh-so-serious coach. After all, she thought with a smirk, more rehearsals meant more chances to practice her flexibility. On the field and off.