Maggie walked up to her front door, looking forward to a few hours of peace and quiet. Her parents were out celebrating her father's varsity team's championship win, and most likely would not be back for a while. They probably also thought she would be out for a while; she had told them she would be meeting up with Chad, but what she had not told them is that she would break up with Chad tonight. If she had, they would probably try to talk her out of it; they both liked Chad.
To her surprise, when Maggie opened the door, she heard noise from upstairs. She snuck through the dark downstairs, and crept up the stairs, hearing a chanting-like noise. It was coming from her parents' bedroom, sounding like a dozen guys or so. Maggie was having a hard time making it out, so she moved closer, crouching.
She was steps from the slightly ajar door, when she understood it.
"Fuck her!"
"Fuck her!"
"Fuck her!"
When she peeked into the room, she had to stifle a gasp.
She recognized the two people on the bed. One of them was her mother, on her back. The other one was not her father; he was Thomas Morrison, the captain of her father's team. He had her mother's legs on his shoulders, and was steadily fucking her.
The chanting was coming from the other side of the room, past where Maggie could see. It spurred Thomas on, as he gripped her mother's hips and pumped rhythmically. Maggie could not help but be impressed by his physique, all rippling muscle. A few of her friends would always blush and giggle when he talked to them, and here he was, screwing her mother.
But her mother was far from a passive participant. She was writhing on the bed, hands gripping at the sheets, moaning. Her hips moved to match his, meeting his thrusts. Maggie's eyes were drawn to where their bodies met. Every time Thomas pulled back, inches of his cock were visible, glistening with her juices. It was only for a second or so, before he slid back inside, her mother gasping at the sensation.
Maggie knew she should leave, knew she should do something, anything but stand there and watch her mother get fucked by someone she knew. Thomas had always been nice to her, and she could tell it was not just because she was his coach's daughter. And as far as watching her mother, she knew her father had to be involved; after all, it was the team he coached.
But something riveted Maggie to the spot. She pressed herself against the doorjamb, trying to peek around it, so that they would not be able to spot her. The two of them were so involved in having sex, however, that Maggie figured they would not spot her even if she were beside the bed.
The chanting continued, Thomas' teammates encouraging him. Maggie saw her mom say something to him, and Thomas held up a hand for a moment. The chanting stopped.
"What did you say?" Thomas asked, stopping for a second.
"Fuck me harder," her mother said, "what, do you think I'm seventy or something?"
Thomas laughed. "Coach, you fuck her every night?"
Maggie heard her father's laugh. "Yeah, I do. It would take an army to satisfy her."
Thomas laughed again, and started up, this time harder. His teammates had given up the chant, so the only sounds besides the occasional encouraging hoots were moans and grunts, accompanied by the sound of flesh meeting flesh.
"You call that fucking me hard?" Maggie's mother taunted. "Jesus, Thomas, I'm not fragile!"
Thomas gritted his teeth, but his teammates erupted with laughter. In response, Thomas took her legs and bent them forward, pressing them against her chest. He raised himself up, and started fucking her again, giving her all of his strength. Every thrust forced a harsh moan from her mother's throat, until she was groaning non-stop. Thomas was putting a supreme effort into it, sweat rolling down his chest. His teammates started clapping, shouting to him, obviously rooting for him.
"How's that?" he asked, grinning at her.
"Fuck yes," she moaned. She tried to arch her back, to move to meet his thrusts, but he held her down, his large hands holding her legs tightly. Maggie watched his cock hammer into her mother's pussy. She could see now how wet her mother was, could see the trickling juices being mined by Thomas' prick.
It was not long before her mother cried out, writhing underneath Thomas' efforts. His teammates cheered for her orgasm.
"Fuck!" Thomas yelled. His thrusts quickly became more erratic and forceful, her mother yelping, her body quaking.
"Where do you want me to cum?" he asked.
"Such a gentleman," her mother gasped out, "do it wherever you want."
Thomas grinned. He gave her a series of frantic thrusts, before pulling out and leaping forward until he was crouching over her face. As her mother lay there, mouth wide open, Thomas jerked off. With a hoarse cry, he came, spurting thick semen all over her mother's face, a good amount spraying straight into her mouth.
When he finished, he collapsed to the side, watching as her mother set to collecting the gift. Some of it had landed in her mouth, so she easily swallowed it, but the rest she scooped up, feeding it to herself.
The hoots from the other side of the room picked up as Thomas dragged himself off the bed. He disappeared from Maggie's view, and all she could see was her mother reclining on the bed, happily snacking on Thomas' load.
In the minute-long break in the action, Maggie realized that she was wet. She blushed, embarrassed, but also realized that at least nobody knew. She undid the button on her jeans and tentatively slid a hand inside. There was some murmuring from the unseen side of the room; Maggie tried to make out what they were saying.
Just when she gave up, another player swaggered into view, naked as the day he was born: Devin Guthrie, one of the team's better players. Maggie stared at his cock; it was certainly formidable. He climbed onto the bed, her mother watching him, as if waiting for something.
What she was waiting for became apparent when he rolled onto his back. "Ride me," he ordered.
Her mother eagerly complied, straddling him, her hungry pussy sinking down on his length. Devin groaned, feeling the heat and wetness surround him, his teammates laughing at his reaction. Her mother groaned back, and Devin took hold of her hips. As soon as the entirety was inside her she started to move, to ride him like he had told her. Devin's teammates kept silent at first, watching the two of them. Maggie was also watching intently, her hand now moving inside her panties.
"Coach," Devin grunted, "you're one lucky man, to get this pussy every night."
Her father and Devin's teammates laughed.
"Hell," Devin continued, "I feel lucky just getting her for now. This pussy's fantastic."
"Aww," her mother said, "you know just how to talk to a lady."
Whereas Thomas had actively fucked her mother, Devin was at first content to sit back and let her do the work. He lay there, wide smile on his face, watching as she bounced on him. Every so often he would curse, overcome by the feeling of her wet pussy gliding up and down his prick. Maggie had a great view of her mother's breasts moving to the beat, at least until Devin snaked a hand up to squeeze them. Her mother groaned at that, taking his hands, directing him, where to caress to get the best results.
Her mother was further along on the path towards orgasm, so after a few minutes, all she needed was to slide her hand down and stroke her clit. Devin watched as she screwed him while also pushing herself towards an orgasm. She came, this time quieter, shuddering, with only a gasp as the audible evidence. When she stopped moving on top of him, gathering herself, Devin took over, holding her there as he snapped his hips upwards. She moaned, and after a few seconds began to bounce again. They fucked each other, both involved, Devin now too turned on to simply lay back. Maggie was turned on now too, shivering against the doorjamb, doing her best to keep silent.
Cheers started up again. Maggie thought she could recognize distinct voices in the tumult. Devin and her mother continued without stopping. They set a steady rhythm, Devin's hands still at her breasts. He sat up briefly to replace his hands with his mouth, sucking hungrily at her nipples. After a few minutes, her mother pushed him back down, now fucking harder down onto his shaft.
As they kept going, Maggie became aware of her own impending orgasm. Immediately she knew she wanted to cum with them.
So she slowed. The two on the bed, however, were not about to slow or stop. They kept fucking; Devin was swearing like a sailor at this point, having laid back again to let her mother do all the work. His hands returned to her waist, where he gripped her tightly.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Devin finally groaned. Her mother sped up when she heard him.
Devin did not even bother to ask where her mother wanted it. He just started fucking again, pounding up into her, a cry building in his throat. He stopped her mother mid-bounce, holding her down, and yelled as he came, depositing a number of thick ropes into her pussy. For her part, her mother moaned, keeping still on top of him, eyes rolling back into her head as she took his load. Maggie sped up, her fingers rubbing frantically. When her own orgasm hit, she bit down on her other hand, the only sound a muffled squeak as she creamed her panties.
When he finished, Devin practically melted into the bed. Her mother laughed as she hopped off him.
"You okay?" she asked. A few of his teammates laughed.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he gasped, "that was just the best fuck of my life. And I've done a bunch of the cheerleaders."
Her mother laughed. "They don't know how to fuck. All they do is lie there and take it."
