As everyone’s emotions subsided we headed back towards the locker room to hear the post-game speech from our coach, and change out of our uniforms. ...After hearing a praiseworthy speech I went to go take a shower. Being as though there were only 4 shower heads I had to wait my turn. Eventually it came time and I stepped in and took a refreshing shower, thinking about the crazy events that had just happened. I was the last one to come out of the locker and headed down the hallway towards the exit.. Tom's cock was a lot smaller than Hamid's was, but he had an erection nevertheless, and he didn't have to wait for long until Tom had ejaculated his own sperm. He did, so that it landed across Cynthia's tummy. The amount of sperm he produced was meager, and it had a watery consistency; nothing like Hamid's much more abundant, and thicker, creamier sperm. Still, though it felt a little odd to watch this other guy ejaculating, there was also something strangely exciting about it. Tom groaned. Without a word, he pushed my thighs up and out, then promptly rammed his huge cock into me. I screamed in pleasure and surrender as he piston-fucked me, in and out, in and out, in and out of my utterly helpless twat. ‘Wh-what are you doing to me?’ I managed to stammer, but he ignored my question and simply kept violating the center of my womanhood. I climaxed once, twice, three times as this creature from hell relentlessly pounded my vagina—my whole body, in fact—into utter submission,. “Don’t stop”, he said. Apparently, this was turning him on as well. I struggled to remember the line, “You don’t….ahhhh….you don’t…” before he slowly rubbed my crotch. “Oh, my God… Let me jerk off for you…. Oh, God…” I moaned in unrestrained ecstacy, “Not yet”, he said seductively, “actors must focus”. “I…I…I can’t….” I moaned, his hand working his way down my tight shorts, slowly rubbing my pulsating hard cock. It was all happening so fast, I didn’t want to stop this feeling, but there.