Cheerleading coach Daphne catches her girl an gets BBC 3some

As Coach Daphne walked into the locker room after cheerleading practice, she heard a familiar moan coming from the showers. Curious, she tiptoed towards the sound, her heart pounding in her chest. Peeking around the corner, she saw her star cheerleader, Britney, sandwiched between two well-hung black guys. Daphne’s jaw dropped as Britney moaned in ecstasy, her body glistening with water and sweat.

Daphne stood frozen, unable to look away as the two men took turns thrusting into Britney’s tight holes. Britney’s moans grew louder, and Daphne noticed the guys’ muscles flexing with each powerful stroke. Britney’s breasts bounced and jiggled as they pounded her, and her moans echoed off the tile walls.

Daphne felt a strange twinge between her legs, shocked by her own arousal at the scene unfolding before her. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to ignore the growing heat. The guys grunted and growled like animals in heat, slamming into Britney with primal urgency.

Britney’s cries reached a fever pitch, and her body spasmed as she came, hard. The two men followed soon after, pumping her full of their hot seed. Daphne watched in stunned silence as thick ropes of cum dripped from Britney’s holes, and the men pulled out, spent.

Daphne backed away quietly before the men noticed her and retreated to her office. Once inside, she locked the door and leaned against it, heart still racing. She couldn’t believe what she’d just witnessed. Britney, one of her best students, casually having a threesome with two beefy black men in the shower of all places!

Daphne’s hand moved between her legs, rubbing her clothed mound as she replayed the scene in her mind. The slapping of skin, Britney’s wanton moans, the hungry growls of the men… all of it sent Daphne’s pulse racing and her arousal skyrocketing.

She couldn’t resist any longer, pulling her hand inside her shorts and touching her slick folds. She gasped at the contact, surprised at how wet she already was. Shifting her shorts down, she sank two fingers deep inside her throbbing pussy and began to pump them in and out, setting a rapid pace.

Images of the two men’s thick black cocks plunged deep into Britney’s holes played through Daphne’s mind as she fingered herself. She imagined their hands on her body, gripping her hips, guiding her as they filled her with their enormous cocks.

Daphne pushed herself onto her desk, not caring about the papers that fell to the floor. She needed more, needed to feel something stretching her open. She eyed the thick marker on her desk, her mind made up. She pulled her shorts off and shoved the marker deep inside her dripping cunt. The feeling was intense, the plastic stretching her inner walls deliciously.

Daphne fucked herself with the marker, her arousal skyrocketing. She fingered her clit vigorously, wanting to come harder than she ever had before. She fantasized about the men fucking her too, pinning her down and plowing her hard.

She bit her lip to silence her cries as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her pussy clamped down on the marker, waves of ecstasy ripping through her body. She twisted and wr writhed on her desk, losing herself completely to the sensations coursing through her.

As she came down from her high, she collapsed back on the desk, chest heaving. She pulled the marker free and tossed it aside. She couldn’t believe she’d let herself get so worked up, so desperate that she’d fucked herself with a writing utensil.

Daphne pulled her clothes back on and took a deep breath. Whatever had just happened couldn’t happen again. She had to stay professional, maintain control over herself and her team. But oh, what a session that had been!

As she cleaned herself up, she glanced at the marker and shook her head. She really needed to get laid. Real cock, not plastic dicks. That granny pussy of hers needed a good jackhammering.

She grabbed her things and left her office, determined to put Britney and her BBC behind her. At least until she could sneak off to the locker room for a quick break. For now, she had to focus on her coaching duties.

The rest of the day passed smoothly, and practice went well. As she wrapped up, her eyes caught Britney’s, who just smirked and winked at her. Daphne felt her face heat up and quickly turned away. She couldn’t believe it. Britney knew she’d seen her!

As the last of the girls filtered out of the locker room, Daphne spotted Britney sitting on a bench, waiting for her.

“Hey Coach,” Britney purred, standing and sauntering over. “I was wondering if you could help me with something.”

Daphne’s mouth went dry and her blood turned to molten lava at Britney’s coy tone. “O-of course, what do you need?” she managed to stammer out.

Britney closed the distance between them, her body nearly brushing Daphne’s. “I know you saw me and the guys earlier,” she whispered, reaching out and tracing a finger along Daphne’s collarbone. “And I thought maybe you’d like to join in next time, if you’d know… interested in having some fun with me and my buddies?”

Britney’s hand slid down to cup Daphne’s breast through her shirt, her thumb teasing her nipple. Daphne gasped at the contact, her body responding immediately. It was everything she could do not to drag Britney to the showers and have her way with the gorgeous young woman.

“I-I don’t know, Britney…” Daphne whispered, though she was already imagining Britney’s lips on her pussy. “What if someone finds out?”

Britney smiled wickedly and leaned in close. “Then we’ll just have to make sure they don’t. Unless you want them to…” She kissed Daphne’s neck and bit down gently.

Daphne’s resolve crumbled, and she grabbed Britney’s ass, pulling their bodies flush together. “Fuck it,” she growled. “You’re right. Let’s see where this goes.”

Britney grinned down at her. “Excellent choice. The guys are going to love you.”

With that, Britney pulled her towards the showers, leaving Daphne’s clothes and any semblance of professionalism in her wake.