The Rugby Squad: Epilogue

Literotic asexstories – The Rugby Squad: Epilogue by HuevosRancheros,HuevosRancheros
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For the complete backstory, please check out the Prequel and CH. 2, and 3 of this series.

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After quite the Saturday afternoon for Kelly and Cara, I paid the tab at the rugby bar and loaded the two half dressed, cum and sweat stenched girls into the back of my car and to give drunk (and high) Cara a lift back to her place. Kelly was still moaning from the large BBC cum load dumped into her stomach, and now missing both of her shoes. The Captain of the rugby team had given me $1,000 cash, and a couple of grams of coke. I sat on the sidelines watching the two get “anal-yzed” and spitroasted by a group of jocks all afternoon, and quite honestly, these two sluts hadn’t put up much resistance and seemed to enjoy the attention, at least for Kelly. Flush with cash, it was time to take these two whores home and fuck with them like the banged-up hookers they now resembled. Still, I was abiding by my Golden Rule: not to fuck Cara because she was my friend’s ex-girlfriend. There were ways of bending the rules though…

In the rearview mirror, Kelly had slouched onto Cara’s shoulder and I watched as the two drunkenly grazed lips and touched each other’s tits, giggling exhaustedly. Cara was hitting her weed pen. At one point, we reached a red light near Cara’s place, and the two started slowly making out. Kelly removed Cara’s top and threw it out the car window laughing, sucking hungrily on Cara’s salty cummed-on nipples.

“Oh my, HELL-OO!” Cara said, surprised.

When I hit a bend in the road, Kelly’s face dropped into Cara’s cleavage and she remained there for the rest of the trip. Kelly could barely keep her head up.

Cara’s place was a loft in a far end of town, a converted industrial warehouse-type factory surrounded by pretty much nothing. An abandoned semi-trailer sat near the mossed-over parking spaces and broken pay ticket box at the far end of the lot. The building had been subdivided, but the other tenants were rarely seen or heard. Pretty much all that made any noise was the buzzing of an electrical transformer.

Kelly and topless Cara stumbled up the dark, echoing stairs as I cracked a tall boy of beer in a brown bag that I bought back at the bar. The large entry door slammed behind me and echoed loudly up the stairwell. Entering Cara’s typically unlocked loft on the upper floor, I was surprised to see Estelle, sitting on an old vintage couch with her laptop open, light shining on her glasses.

“Ohhh- that’s my new roommate Estelllllleeee,” Cara said with drunk vocal fry.

“Hey Estelle,” I nodded over to her.

“Oh… hi,” Estelle replied dryly, recognizing me.

Little did Kelly (or Cara) know, but I had already known Estelle from a modelling shoot we did in the loft the year prior. Cara didn’t really remember, but both Estelle and I were putting on vintage clothes for Cara’s online store. The changing area had just been a white sheet clothespinned to a wire, and wearing nothing but white cotton panties and little white ankle socks, Estelle had caught me peeking through the sheet.

“DON’T look at me,” she shot at me, turning around and crossing her arms, covering her smaller, B-cup perky breasts. She had a slightly freckled chest and a tiny mole near her collarbone. Her entire frame was naturally skinny, hip bones jutting out.

After the shoot, we were both leaving at the same time, and had started making out in the entryway of the building as Estelle bit and sucked my ear while pinning her to the door jamb.

“You liked what you saw, you pervert? she tongued into my ear as I aggressively felt up her small, braless chest under her tanktop.

We went out once or twice after that, and I sucked on her nubby nipples while she rubbed my pants bulge, but Estelle was kind of a cocktease with boundaries, and quite frankly, her admitted bisexuality leaned more heavily into the “other team” so to speak. Still, we had a mutual respect and she was interesting to talk to in an artistic sense.

Cara dimmed up the loft lights in the large living area where Estelle sat.

“Uh, excuse me,” Estelle said, annoyed.

The whole place was a hodge-podge of secondhand furniture and items, and looked like an Etsy-girl’s dream den. Estelle was wearing an off-white cotton waffle robe, loose, and cut about mid-thigh as she sat cross legged. I could see the dip into the center of her bare chest. Her hair was a reddish-auburn, and done up in a loose ponytail, the sides falling down around her nerdy plastic glasses.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Estelle said towards Kelly and Cara. “You both look like you’ve been beat up.”

“For your inforrrrmation, we were passssed around,” Cara burped back, before slouching into an armchair.

“What else is new?” said Estelle, cooly looking at me and half-rolling her eyes.

“You shoulda been there,” Cara said, “OMG we went to this boring play and then to this rugby bar, and then–”

“Eww, rugby,” Estelle said coldly. “NOT my type of thing.”

She looked at me like I was the mature one of the group. I flashed her some “fuck eyes” and she appeared to receive them and sent them back my way in return.

“Speaking of passed around,” Estelle said, “Do you want to hit this?”

I took the glass bowl from her and lit up the already half-burnt herb, coughing out a cloud of smoke. Kelly and Cara each hit it passed it back to me and I handed the piece back to Estelle.

“Can I have a sip of that?” Estelle asked, pointing at my tall boy. “It’s so big,” she said coyly, pursing her lips together and twirling a strand of hair.

I gave Estelle the beer and she put on some etheral, ambient music on the laptop and set it aside. I noticed her glistening, rubbery, shaved little twat box as she readjusted her legs behind her, now comfortably sitting on her kneeling, bent legs. She caught me looking.

“DON’T look at me,” she said like she had once before.

She took off her glasses and rubbed the bridge of her nose. By now, Kelly and Cara were both starting to pass out in their respective armchairs. Kelly’s one leg was over the arm of the chair, and her exposed ass and pussy were on full display, dried cum running up her inner thighs. The hot pink thong she had on earlier was long lost. Cara, still topless, was laying flat in the chair with her black jean shorts unbuttoned in the front. Gravity pushed her floppy DD’s to the sides, also cum crusted.

“I have some coke,” I whispered to Estelle, flashing the little baggie from my pocket. “You… care to partake…?”

I jiggled the baggie in front of my crotch just in case Kelly or Cara might see it. I needed some chill time.

“Well aren’t you something special,” Estelle replied. “Don’t be shy, why don’t you be a good little boy and come sit down?”

She patted and rubbed the seat cushion next to her and I edged by the passed-out Cara and sat down. Estelle and I made small talk and flirted as she reached for her purse and took out a credit card.

“Is that girl Kelly your girlfriend?” she asked. “You know, I’ve seen her out before. She’s cool but I think she’s kinda a slut. She’s definitely been around.”

We each took some of the powdery coke from the baggie bottom onto the corner of the credit card and whiffed it up our noses. After laughing a bit about how we had gone on a few dates the previous year, Estelle asked me if she could have another whiff.

“Sure, let me help you with that,” I said, as I raised the corner of the credit card up to her small nostril. She had a little cubit-zirconia stud.

“Mmm, that’s it…” she said, sharply inhaling and leaning her head back. “You want more, tiger?”

Estelle pulled down the collar of her robe, exposing her chiseled shoulder. She took some of the coke from the bag and tapped it into her sunken collarbone triangle.

“This is fun,” I said, as I sniffed up the bump, continuing to slide my nose along her slender neck.

Estelle let out a helpless little “ohhh” and began tracing her other hand down her breastbone as I nuzzled and suckled behind the peach fuzz of her ear. Our lips slid together in a hot, open mouthed “hrrummpfff” as her firm tongue began wrestling mine.

“Suck my tongue,” she ordered, tapping powder from the credit card onto it.

I naturally obliged, and gave head to her tongue as the nummies began elevating my senses like crazy. I pressed on top of her, sliding my hand inside of her robe, gripping her breasts while continuing to kiss and suckle her neck, ear, and shoulder. She tapped another bump into my mouth before sucking my tongue, eventually lowering the robe over both shoulders and pushing my head down to suck on each of her hard, tight little nipples.

“We have to stop!” Estelle suddenly exclaimed before quickly shuttering her robe and pushing me away. Her alarmed excitement had woken up Kelly and Cara, who started noticing what was going on. Kelly shot me a nasty “WTF” look.

“What?! I don’t get to have my fun too?” I shot at her.

“Fuck you!” Kelly said, “You don’t even fucking share, you fucking piece of shit!”

“Me?!” I said back. “What the fuck happened to you today? Blowing lines off some rugby dude’s dicks in a bar bathroom and getting plowed and cummed on by a bunch of strangers?!”

“Don’t fucking judge me!” she shouted. “Yeah, and now I fucking need morrrrrreee! At least those fucking guys knew how to have a good time. You’re fucking sneaking around.”

“Fine!” I said, “Fuck you. But like I said back at the bar, it’s time for the two of you cum sluts to hit the fucking showers!”

“Don’t call us sluts!” Cara chimed in. “C’mon Kelly, let’s go take our shake in the bathroom,” she said, “We deserve this, not HIM!”

Cara grabbed the bag of blow from the coffee table, and then grabbed Kelly’s wrist and led her away.

“Did that really happen at the bar?” Estelle asked, somewhat shocked.

“Pretty much. You don’t want to know,” I said back, standing up and heading towards the bathroom.

“Don’t I…?” Estelle called after me.

The bathroom was way across the loft on the other side and had been some kind of changing room and showers for the industrial workers back in the day. It was a pale green and beige, dimly-lit, communist-looking locker room with a large, tiled multiple person shower while the toilet stalls were removed and replaced on the other half. Cara had converted and redecorated that half to be a girl’s retro 1950’s vanity area. There were racks of clothes and beauty items everywhere, and a single baby blue toilet and square sink with the old, silver plus-shaped hot and cold knobs.

When I got through the door, I had found that Kelly had taken her soiled halter top off, and was sitting on the closed toilet seat lid while already cutting up lines of coke on a round, chrome-backed vanity mirror tray.

“Fuck you,” she said, flicking me off while taking a rumpled $100 out of her skirt from when the rugby guys “made it rain.”

She rolled it up and hungrily snorted a huge line up her fat, bubble blonde nose. She waved at her face like she was holding back a sneeze as she passed the $100 to Cara, who followed suit.

“So you’re gonna share after all,” Cara said, finishing her line, looking at me with batting, bloodshot eyes and running makeup.

“WHAT? The blow? Or ME?” I asked.

My cock had already been shifting around from back on the couch, and there was a noticable tent and precum stain soaking through the front of my pants.

“BOTH,” Cara said, unzipping the rest of her tight shorts and shimmying them down over her tight, brunette PAWG ass.

Kelly was leaning back on the toilet, legs spread, and touching the dry cum on her exposed, half wet pussy, and sniffing her fingers trying to piece together what had happened earlier.

At that moment, we all turned to find Estelle standing in the entryway of the bathroom, robe open, showing off her thin tapered body. The real noticable difference was the 6-inch white strap-on cock she was sporting, harness mounted with black straps.

“You didn’t think you’d have all the fun, did you champ?” she shot at me. She started walking over.

Greedily, Cara reached for my belt and undid my pants, pulling them down as my 7.5″ dick quickly sprung hard out of my underwear.

“Hey!” said Kelly, pushing her to the ground. “Back off my man!”

“Too late,” said Estelle, poking Kelly in the face with the strap-on. She ran her finger over the mirror and tasted the coke.

“Mmmm, tastes good, doesn’t it?” Estelle said to Kelly. “I wouldn’t know because I’m not a little coke whore like you.”

Estelle took another swipe of blow and pushed her fingers towards Kelly’s mouth.

“Here,” she said. “Taste.”

Kelly resisted so Estelle rubbed her hand all over Kelly’s nose, putting her two fingers up her nostrils.

“Are you going to be a good little coke whore, or not?” Estelle commanded.

Kelly began sucking on Estelle’s index and ring fingers while Cara grabbed my cock and gave the precum a big squeeze.

“Wait a second,” I said. “If the rugby guys got it in the bathroom, why shouldn’t we? Let’s see what the two of you were up to, shall we?”

I sprinkled out a line of coke across Estelle’s plastic cock, and then put a line on my own before taking a whiff and putting a pinky’s worth up Estelle’s nose, kissing her. We stood side by side as Kelly and Cara dropped to their knees and eagerly railed up the lines off our two hard dicks, before Cara licked the precum off my cock to mix with her drip, and kissed Kelly on the lips as if to say “good luck.”

“I knew you were a little coke whore,” Estelle said to Kelly. “And now I’m going to make you my fucking bitch.”

Estelle pulled Kelly’s head onto her strap-on dildo and began making her give a blow job, numbing out on the residual powder.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Cara said to me, before following suit with Kelly and slurping down my stiff tool.

Estelle and I put our arm around one another and made out, while a pair of head’s bobbed up and down below our belt lines, glugging and gagging away, frustrated spit spraying from the corners of the wide, exhaling “O” lips. Estelle pushed Kelly down further and pushed her head into my asshole, making Kelly rim me while Cara continued sucking from the front. All the while, I watched them in the large vanity mirror. The coke and beer helped me from blowing my load everywhere. I was enjoying the ride.

“Taste good?” Estelle said to Kelly.

“Ehhhh, ehhhh, uhhh, huhhh,” Kelly’s muffled nodding head and mouth buzzed my rim even harder.

“It’s our turn now!” Estelle shouted, pulling Kelly’s face out of my butthole.

Estelle bent Kelly and Cara over the vanity table.

“Keep them up there!” Estelle commanded, giving them each a little ass slap.

Estelle picked up the coke mirror and pushed a small hill of powder off and onto Kelly and Cara’s brownie holes.

“Let’s?” she said, leading me by the hand like a debutante.

Estelle and I crouched down and took a huge double nostril mound of coke up our noses out of Kelly and Cara’s cum and shit smelling assholes. It was like the cocaine had been cut by rocket fuel. We traded girls and grabbing the KY from the vanity stand, assisted in lubing each other’s dicks while making out, before nosing them up and inside of Kelly and Cara’s already beat-up exits.

We ass fucked and pounded them hard, relentlessly screwing away with verocity in the vanity mirror.

Kelly and Cara were grunting and squealing, “Yes! Yes! Fuck me in my asshole. Destroy my fucking ass. Take it! Fucking destroy me!” to the slapping and jiggling of abdomen-to-rear repeated banging.

Eventually Kelly shouted that she was going to cum hard, and leg shaking and screaming, she let out a torrent of squirt piss onto the tile floor, making it slippery to walk on as I rammed my cock deeper and further all the way up her rectum. Her leg continued shaking and she slipped and fell as we all moved on to the showers. Cara turned on 2 of the 3 showerheads and Kelly crawled in, broken. Cara’s asshole looked slightly prolapsed from the synthetic cock anal banging.

We all started calming down a bit, washing each other off and kissing and groping one another, breasts everywhere.

“These two whores are not clean enough,” Estelle remarked. “That was just the outside. Get against the wall and spread it!”

Kelly and Cara tiredly obeyed and went face first to the shower wall, smushing their wet DD’s up against the tiles.

“You too,” Estelle said to me, nodding towards the wall. “Face forward.”

I posted up between Kelly and Cara on the wall of shame as wet Estelle knelt down in front of me, face near my cock. The veins were so hard and pronounced that the shower water was running along them like a meandering stream.

Kelly and Cara both let out an “Oh God, oh no, OH GOD, OH MY!” as Estelle began sliding her small, duckbilled hands up into their loose, rugby team-gangbanged vaginas, slowly twisting her hand and fingers to get it further into the wrists.

“I’m going to clean you whores out” Estelle said. “And as for you…”

Estelle looked up and began sucking my cock in her tight face hole as she twist-fisted Kelly and Cara to my left and right flank. Their arms were up the shower walls like prison bitches as they now squatted onto Estelle’s forearms like they were giving some sort of water birth.

“Kkkkkkkkkkk kkkkkkkkkkkkk, kkkkkkkkkkkk,” Estelle’s mouth make a white noise static sound as she struggled to blow me really fast, water pouring down her face and matted, auburn hair. It was obvious she didn’t have much experience with men.

Practically on their tip-toes, Kelly and Cara both buck orgasmed onto Estelle’s forearms, wet tits slapping off the tile wall as Kelly again pissed herself, some onto Estelle’s face, as the water below momentarily turned pale yellow. They had finally had enough and had reached their fuck-limit, Kelly and Cara quivering like drowned, beat-up whores on the floor of the shower in the fetal position.

I grabbed Estelle up and spun her around, pressing her back to the wall.

“No, no, no, plea–” she stammered, as I hoisted her legs over my elbows and slid my hand up over her mouth.

My straight-up, hard shaft pushed past the crotchless oval in her strap-on, and with slow force, my dick began working its way into her tight, shaved hole. Her eyes flew wide open and locked into mine as her pussy muscle finally gave in and her aerial, folded body slid down the remaining way to my fat cock base, as she became nothing more than a helpless extension of my body for me to use as a personal fuck sleeve. As my joystick now throttled inside her, rubbing her uterus with strange new pleasure, the strap-on plastic cock jumbled and slapped uselessly like a dumb toy against my stomach. I reamed Estelle like this for several minutes with the shower raining down, building up to a day-long, massive cum load.

“How’s this, champ?” I looked into her face, eyes still locked. She nodded weakly, chest heaving, and suddenly bit down on my hand, removing it from her mouth.

“INSEMINATE ME,” she gasped.

Estelle’s head collapsed onto my shoulder, her gripping vaginal muscle now auto-milking the cum loads deep into her empty recesses, as I knocked her limp, wet naked body repeatedly up against the shower wall.

(The end)