Once you got down past Division One ... all the way down to Division 6-B where the Voyageurs' competed, rules concerning member schools employing athletes became less and less stringent. So, while I didn't get that scholarship to Minneapolis, Iowa City, or Madison that I so desired, I did get a fun job that more than covered the cost of my tuition up in the Boundary Waters.
As a logistics assistant in the athletic department, my duties were basically to organize all of the many arrangements that had to be made whenever our teams traveled to away competition. The job was never boring, because while similar no two situations were ever exactly the same. And I got to work closely with a bunch of great people, including members of the coaching staff ...
"Oh do you like that, you little whore?" I asked Jennifer, who was sitting, squirming, bottomless on the seat beside me.
"Do you like the way that I'm rubbing your slutty hole, and your sleazy cum-button?"
But all our strength trainer could do was moan, groan, pant, and twist as my fingers did their dance in between her legs. Cameron, our star freestyler, came up behind the seat and started to unzip Jennifer's sweatshirt. Predictably she had nothing on underneath
"Oh, grab those titties," Mikey said.
"Grab the buds and twist hard," Jasmine offered her advice aloud.
I pushed the legs of my "victim" up. Mikey took hold of both ankles while I began to vigorously finger fuck her and Skyler squeezed both of her breasts before pinching her nipples very hard.
Meanwhile, Jack had bent Jasmine over the seat in front of us. He was pulling her warm-ups down as Colton held her by the hair and throat ... kissing her mouth quite fiercely.
I was working three fingers hard in Jenny's twat when Ryan tapped me on the shoulder ... I turned and it wasn't his finger doing the tapping ... but rather a larger and thicker part of our 200-Butterfly guy.
I licked my lips and opened my mouth as the tall swimmer grabbed me by the back of the head and pushed his way down into my throat.
Mmmm ...
One of the true benefits of the school owning a ratty old Bluebird bus was that the interior could be cleaned with a hose. Something that was definitely going to be necessary ... because Jennifer squirted shortly after I went from having four fingers to my entire fist pumping away, making a sexy sucking sound as it plunged the depth of her gaping cunt.
The naugahyde upholstery was also getting splattered by the effluent that was dripping from Jasmine's cunt and mouth as Cameron dogged her and Jeff held the back of her head and deepthroated her ... while she moaned, gagged, and gripped the seat back.
Ryan was working my neck pretty hard. I could feel that he was getting ready to come, when he suddenly pulled out and turned his attention to Jennifer ... Shoving his ten inches into her spasming hole. I responded by turning my head and alternately rimming Jennifer and Ryan. Stopping in between to take each of Ryan's curly hair covered danglers into my mouth for a short time.
"Hey where's the rope?" Steve asked from halfway down the aisle.
"In the blue sports bag right behind the driver," I replied.
"Where?"
