EroticReverie

*commissioned*

"Jesus girl, did you get lost?" one of the cheerleaders ask jokingly when I come back. I laugh and shake my head. 

"They um, had moved the ladles, I couldn't find them , and I had to go to the bathroom" I lie and the girl slips the ladle into the bowl of punch. 

"Oh my god, he's looking over here" the girls whisper and giggle quietly. I turn my head and find Brant looking over and he smiles with a nod at the girls. 

"Oh my god, such a DILF" one of them whispers. 

"Cmon Abby, you're dating his son, hook us up." the joke. 

I turn to them and roll my eyes. 

"He's married" I tell them, acting as if I didnt just start having an affair with him. 

"So what...Mrs. Jacobs is pretty and all...but come on.." one says. "Guys are total animals, he would so enjoy a high school girl taking care of him on the side." she giggles.  I just shake my head and laugh. 

"Go ask him" I shrug and they all laugh. Because they're really just joking, well sort of, but I don't take any of them as the type to actually get involved with a married man. 

The boys come in a few minutes later, showered in dress pants and dress shirts with ties. I watch Brett and his team mates shake hands with each others parents and eventually he looks around, spots me, smiles and gestures me over to him. 

Standing with his  dad, another team mate and his dad. His mother is off talking to other football moms and I slide up to Brett , as he wraps and arm around me pulling me to his side.

"This is my girl Abby" he introduces me to the other players father. 

I see the way the man glances down and then back up with a "friendly" smile.

"Nice to meet you Abby." he says with a nod. "I'm Scott....Jeff's father" 

I nod. 

"You two had quite a celebration on the field after the big win." Scott says and I squirm slightly beside Brett, feeling nervous with his father right on the other side of me, clearly staring at me, but I refuse to look. 

I laugh nervously. "Yeah, Brett gets carried away sometimes." I say and place a hand on his chest.

He just smiles and Brett and Jeff both start talking as I still stand beside Brett, and Mr. Jacobs and Scott move to the side slightly but I dont miss certain whispers of Scotts words.

"Were the girls that hot when we were their age?" 

"Think your son is the sharing type?"  he chuckles and I don't hear Brant say anything, so I casually look over my shoulder and he's just smiling and shaking his head at the comments and I stand there, trying to catch more of Scott's comments.

"Your boy is lucky."

"Time for me to upgrade I think." he chuckles and I roll my eyes to myself. 

"A newer model..something like Brett has there" Scott says.

"Well good luck with that." Brant says chuckling. 

I turn my shoulder again, and find both of their eyes on my ass, because that's where Brett has slid his hand and rested it. 

Their eyes flick up to mine when I turn and I watch Scott nod slightly and shamelessly look back down to where Brett's hand is. 

I turn my head back and pat Brett's chest, interrupting him and he keeps talking so I lift onto my tip toes and his hand slides lower dipping down over the curve of my ass as I whisper into his ear.

"I wanna fuck" I tell him quietly and that gets him to stop talking and he smirks as he turns his head and looks at me. 

"Can't wait till we get back?" He lifts a brow teasing and I shake my head. 

He chuckles. 

"Sorry Man.." he says giving Jeff the other player a handshake. 

"Need to take care of something." he gives Jeff a look and he laughs slightly, knowingly as I grab his hand and pull him along and he follows me out of the gymnasium. 

Everyone is inside so once the doors close behind us, I throw myself on Brett. 

He laughs. "Damn baby" he says as he grabs my waist as I lift onto my toes and kiss him. 

"Fuck me Brett" I moan into his mouth. 

He chuckles. "Fuck baby, you that horny right now?" 

I shouldn't be. Because his father has fucked me TWICE now. But I'm so wound up, so incredibly turned on by Brant, and weirdly by Jeff's dad's creepy comments and the way he freely gazed at me. 

I nod. "Yes, I'm so wet" I moan and grab his hand and put it under my skirt, doing just what Brant told me to do, feeling dirty for letting my boyfriends finger slip through the wet mess his father caused. 

"Holy shit baby...damn" his finger curls and slides up into me and I moan into his mouth.

"Fuck" he groans and slides a second in right away and I gasp. 

"Yes" I buck my hips as he fingers me in the hallway, turning me and putting me to the wall, and I jut my hips out, my legs spread slightly allowing him better access. 

"Oh god Brett" I moan and he kisses my neck and I grab his hair as his two fingers pump in and out of me. 

"fuck me" I moan. 

Brett slides his fingers out, grabbing my hand and pulls me further down the hall he's grinning like a little boy in a candy shop as we slip into a small space along the wall that used to house the trophy cases for the teams , but is now bare. 

He puts me into the small corner, the wall only dips in a few feet, but takes us out of the main hall view, but were still in the open if anyone were to walk by. 

Brett turns me around and undoes his pants, enough to take his cock out. I lift my skirt, my ass bare in the middle of the hall. 

"Damn Abby" he groans and I moan. 

"hurry" I pant. "condom" 

I remind him and he groans. 

"Babe come on, just this once." he says as he leans over into my ear. 

"I wanna feel you babe" he says and I groan, because as of right now, his father is the only man who has ever fucked me, without one.

"Fine" I pant and he groans. 

"oh hell yea" he grits his teeth and pushes against my cunt and sinks up into me. 

He curses and then grabs my hips , his hands up my skirt, holding it up over my ass. 

I push back onto him and let out a tiny whimper, my hands against the wall.

Brett and I have hooked up in several of the rooms in the school, never out in the hallway. Even if school wasnt in session, there was still the whole football team and their parents in the gym down the hall. 

"oh god" I pant and his one hand slides up under my little cheer shirt and into my bra and grabs my breast. I moan. 

"oh baby" he groans. 

"you feel so good" he groans. 

"I wanna fuck you like this from now on Abby" he grunts. 

"You're my girl, I should be able to fuck you just like this everytime" he starts to plead his case in the middle of fucking me. 

"shut up and just fuck me" I whimper and he groans and goes harder, faster, his hips slapping into me, and I can feel my pussy dripping down my thighs and I whimper as I close my eyes and imagine his father behind me, railing me hard. I moan out a bit louder.

"yeah baby, take that dick" Brett groans and I roll my eyes back and try to imagine Brant saying those words.

"Oh fuck" I groan and clench on his cock. 

"Baby" he groans. "I'm gonna cum" 

"not inside me" I pant, "just wait, im almost there" I whine.

Brett grunts, and seconds later, pulls out and I feel cum hit my ass, and the back of my thighs. 

"fuck" I sigh and pant heavily as he spills his cum all over me. I whimper. 

"Sorry babe...I couldnt hold it" he groans and leans in, kisses my temple. 

I shake my head and sigh. "It's fine." 

"I need to go clean myself off." I say and turn, and hold my skirt out so the fabric doesnt hit the cum on my ass and push into the boys locker room, and find a paper towel near the sinks , wipe my ass and thighs, and roll my eyes when Brett doesnt even come in with me. 

"Dick" I mutter as I grab another paper towel and then wipe again. 

"Brett?" I ask when I hear the door swing open and then shut. 

"I'm over her-" I look up and blink at Scott. Jeff's dad. 

"Oh...hi..I thought you were Brett" I laugh nervously and slip my hand around from behind me, and lower my skirt, and toss the paper towel in the trash. 

He smiles as he just stands there. 

"What are you doing in the BOYS locker room Abby?" he smirks. 

"I could ask you the same thing?" I laugh slightly, trying to keep it light, as he walks towards me a few steps and I swallow. 

"You and your boyfriend come in here to fuck like two crazy kids?" he asks. 

I blink several times at his bluntness. I shake my head. 

"No, I..I just." I say.

"You're very, very attractive Abby, do you know that?" he asks , shoving his hands in his pockets, which draws my attention to his crotch, which is bulging. 

"Th-thank you" I say swallowing hard. 

"They didn't make girls like you when I was your age." he says, and steps forward. 

"Ever been with an older man?" he asks with a smirk and I swallow and shake my head, Lying. 

"How would you feel about, letting me touch you?" he asks stepping even closer. 

"I...I don't think that's a um...good idea...I have a boyfriend, and..."

"Just a little bit." he says. 

"I can compensate you." he says. 

"What?" I ask blinking.

He grins and pulls out his wallet.

I'm shocked when he pulls out a hundred dollar bill and holds it between two fingers. 

"I'm not a hooker." I say my brows pinching together.

He chuckles and steps forward. 

"Good, cause I'm not paying to touch you...I'm paying for you to keep your mouth shut when I do." he says. 

I blink at his audacity. 

"You're joking right?" I laugh.

"Does it look like I'm joking" his eyes look down at his own crotch, and I follow his gaze and then look back up and he finds that I followed his gaze. 

"A hundred dollars....I just want to grab your tight little ass a bit." he smirks and reaches out and stuff the hundred dollar bill down the front of my cheer top. 

I look up at him unmoving. He smirks. 

Do I have old man magnetism? How is it two older men have hit on me? One has already fucked me. Jesus what am I doing?

"JUST my ass." I say. 

His grin grows wider and he nods. 

"Come with me." he says and pulls me gently through the rows of lockers and into the coaches office, which has blinds pulled already and is dark. 

Should I be following an older man I dont even know into a dark empty small office with nobody else around ? No.  But my hormones are all sorts of fucking crazy and I just honestly, really am turned on by the fact he's so blunt, just like Mr Jacobs is. 

"Bend over the desk for me." he says.

"What?" I ask turning to look at him. 

He smiles. 

"I want to touch it...while your bent over."   he says. 

I inhale and bite my lip and he smirks, twirling his finger around , motioning for me to turn back around. I do. 

I place my hands on the desk and lean over it slightly. 

"Mmmmm, wiggle a little for me...tease me a bit" he says. 

I take in a shaky breath but I sway my hips slightly, feeling the skirt shift over my skin, feeling my wetness between my legs. 

"mmmm" he hums in a low growl and I feel him up against me, his hard bulge pressed into my ass. 

"you said-"

"I'm only touching..." he says.

He grinds into my ass and groans and I swallow hard, and he grabs my skirt and flips it up.

"Oh shit.." he groans and his hands go to my bare ass.

"No fucking panties?" he asks. 

"You are such a bad girl" he says and I gasp when he grinds again against my bare ass.

"That's it" he groans when I wiggle my hips slightly and push back against him. 

"God, you're such a little slut, aren't you?" he asks and I moan without answering, because, yes. I am. 

"You little boyfriend leave you all horny and unsatisfied?" he asks and I moan and nod. 

He chuckles. 

"Cause boys his age dont know how to please a woman...or a tight assed little young lady like yourself." he says and I gasp when I feel the sting of his hand smacking my ass. 

"you like that?" he asks and moves back and spanks me again and my chin lifts as I gasp and then whimper as he rubs the spot. 

"you like an older man punishing you for being a little cock tease?" he asks and I nod. 

He chuckles and slaps my ass again. 

"I wanna fuck your tight little ass for you." he groans and slaps me again, and then rubs, his finger skating over my tight hole. I gasp. 

"ever had this tight little ass fuc-"

I jump up, scrambling when the door opens to the office , but of us jumping and looking. 

"what the hell is hap-....Scott?" The coach looks to the man behind me, who had his hand on my bare ass. 

"Abby?" the coach asks and then his nostrils flare as he looks at my stunned face and then back to Scott. 

"Move the fuck away from her you sick prick." he snarls and pushes at Scott. 

I wince, and then shake my head. 

"He didn't...he wasn't....I asked him to." I say. The coach stops and looks at me. 

"Abby..." he tilts his head.

"Please don't tell Brett." I beg. The coaches lips push into a straight line. 

"You...need to leave." the coach says to me. I nod and push at my skirt and without a look at Scott , I exit the room. 

I dart back into the gym, and find that mostly everyone else is gone. Except for Brett, a few of the guys and a few of the girls. 

I walk over to Brett.

"Can we go?" I ask and he looks at the other guys and the other girls. 

"We're all gonna go to Jeff's" he says and I feel the dread in my stomach. It was a sign that the coach walked in on me with Jeff's dad, that I should not be galavanting around screwing peoples dads.

"I..I kinda just wanna chill.." I say. 

Brett makes a face. "Well, I kinda wanna go to Jeffs." 

I roll my eyes. "Well fine, can you bring me home first?" 

"I'm actually riding with Jeff to his house...I can call my dad and have him-"

I roll my eyes. "Forget it Brett" I shove off him and walk off.