Jenna, Sucker for the Team Ch. 04

"Dex, how old are you?" Jenna asked, her heart beating rapidly in her chest as she slowly pumped her hand back and forth, gooey cock-sap sluicing freely from the wet red eye at the tip.

"I'm 82, my dear."

HOLY FUCK, Jenna thought to herself, 82 years old and hung like a horse. What a cock. Now that's a cock I could suck on forever. "Your cock...it...it's so beautiful," she gasped out breathlessly.

"Before she passed away, my wife used to call it 'The Shotgun', God bless her soul."

"I'm sorry to hear that about your wife," Jenna said, her breathing ragged as she continued to pump her hand, more precum seeping from the tip and sliding down the upright shaft. "But why 'The Shotgun', because it's so big?"

"Not only that," Dex said, a soft smile on his face. "She called it that because when I went off when she was sucking it, it nearly blew her head off my cock every time."

FUCK ME, Jenna thought, her eyes focussed magnetically on the old man's incredibly-huge cock.

"Besides that, she called it The Shotgun because I always need to get off twice in a row to be satisfied, like a double-barrelled shotgun." Jenna could only look on in awe as she listened to the old man's words, her pussy soaking her panties like crazy. "It's been a long time since I've had the mouth of such a sweet young thing on the old Shotgun, so I can tell you, both barrels are fully loaded."

He'd barely finished speaking when Jenna eagerly leaned forward and opened her mouth as wide as she could. Her lips slid over the hot tip lovingly as she spread them wide, letting them flow over the sloping contours of the broad flared head. He tongue ran out and quickly drew some of the gooey cock-sap into her mouth, the scintillating pure male flavor setting her taste buds on fire.

"Mmm..." she moaned loudly as she swooped down, driving her head further down the old man's thrusting lance.

Jenna was in heaven as she bobbed up and down, her saliva flowing like crazy all over the enormous dong. His precum was flowing like a river into her mouth, the sinfully wicked cock-honey sliding smoothly down her throat as she eagerly swallowed.

She wanted to take her time, to suck on this gorgeous cock for hours, but she knew that she needed him to come just as much as he did. She wanted to taste his full load that bad. Five minutes later, she felt his cock swell up even more and then it started to buck inside her mouth, flexing and pulsing as he started to go off.

"Oh yeah, there you go, sweetheart," Dexter said calmly, "here's your first dose of medicine."

He'd just finished speaking when he started to flood her mouth, the first thick rope of cum jettisoning out of his throbbing cock like it had been fired from a cannon. Jenna knew now what his wife had said, her own head almost being thrown back by the powerful blast of cum. It felt incredible that, even at 82 years old, the man's ejaculative power was still so forceful. She wondered what it was like in his youth.

"Mmm," Jenna purred again as she swallowed the first volley of spunk, the huge thick glob like tapioca as she enthusiastically let it slide down her throat and into her waiting belly. But the old man was just getting started. His cock kept firing and Jenna kept swallowing, rope after rope and shot after shot spewing into her eagerly sucking mouth. She felt herself coming, gushing into her panties as she trembled and shook. And still she kept swallowing, eagerly sucking down every drop this wonderful old man was willing to give her. He seemed to come for almost a full minute until his climax waned, with only pearly drops of dogwater oozing out onto Jenna's waiting tongue at the end.

Jenna looked up at him, a feeling of total bliss washing over her as she tenderly nursed at the seeping cockhead. His load had been huge, and on top of the others she'd already swallowed, she could feel all of that delicious cum sloshing around in her stomach. She felt euphorically content, and blissfully happy. As she continued to suck, she was happy to see that the old man was smiling down at her, that mischievous twinkle still in his eye as he drew in deep breaths of air as he recovered from his climax. Jenna noticed that his cock was still hard, the huge blunt head still almost filling her mouth all on its own. And then she remembered what he'd said, about his wife and the 'double-barrelled shotgun', and that he always needed to get off twice in a row to be satisfied. As long as he was up for it, that was definitely fine with Jenna. She couldn't think of anything she rather do than continue to suck on this wondrous 82-year-old's amazing cock.

"Well, you just had your first load of medicine," the old man wheezed out. "Are you ready for your second dose?"

"Mm-hmm," Jenna enthusiastically hummed into his rigid prick as she looked up at him, her eyes glassy with pure lust as she started to suck him off again.

"That's a good girl. Just keep going and you'll get some more of my special medicine. My wife always said she felt better after swallowing it, and I'm sure you will too."

Jenna thought the old guy's wife must have been a lot like her, because there was nothing she wanted more. Ten minutes later, Old Dex stayed true to his word, absolutely slaughtering her mouth with a load that was just as the big as the first one he'd given her, if not bigger. Once Jenna had pulled the trigger, he'd unloaded that second full barrel right into her eagerly-sucking mouth.

Jenna swallowed gleefully, loving the taste and feel of his thick rich semen filling her mouth and sliding luxuriously down her gullet.

"You are a wonder, girl," the old man said after Jenna drew the last tasty remnants out of his spent prick. "I can tell you want more, but this old man needs a bit of a rest."

Jenna took a quick glance over her shoulder. The other men were still busy working on the shed. She quickly turned back and reluctantly helped the old man out by starting to tuck his heavy member back into his pants. "Dex, do you...do you think I can do that for you again sometime?"

A knowing smile came over the old man's face. "You really liked 'The Old Shotgun', eh?"

"I loved it," Jenna replied as she leaned over and gave the tip of his withering cock a tender kiss before tucking it away and zipping him up.

"You can suck on it anytime you want. Do you know where the Shady Acres retirement home is?"

Jenna knew exactly where it was, only a few blocks from the university in a quiet residential area. She was happy to realize that it was just a walk of five minutes or so from where she lived. "Yes, I do. It's on Oak Street near the university, right?"

The old man nodded. "That's it. You can come and see me there anytime you like. When you come, just tell them you're my granddaughter. They'll let you see me any time of day."

Jenna felt herself just beaming. "That sounds wonderful. Tell me, Dex, how often can you come like that?" She already felt herself salivating as she glanced down at the outline of his sizable cock lying against his thigh.

"For you, dear, I can come every day and twice on Saturdays." The old man gave hearty laugh, which made Jenna chuckle too.

Their laughter caught the attention of the others and the coach's dad, Reg, came their way, his hands opening his pants as he approached.

"Here, Jenna, I've got some more for you," he said as Jenna readily turned and offered her mouth, back to doing what she loved.

It went that way for the rest of the afternoon, with the brothers, father, and grandfather making more use of Jenna's hot sucking mouth. Jenna was thrilled when old Dex gave her another load. Just like he'd said, he was good for 'twice on Saturdays'. The men took a break for some beers partway through, and even though they offered Jenna one, she refused, her belly full of all the liquid she needed.

After sucking off all of the brothers and the coach's dad one last time, the crew departed, with Reg taking old Dexter along with him. With just Jenna and him left, the coach ordered a pizza for their dinner. He let her know that his friends would be over for their poker game in about an hour.

Before the pizza arrived, Jenna took a shower in the coach's en-suite bathroom. It didn't bother her that there were pictures of the coach with his wife in the room. If the woman wasn't interested in sucking the coach's sturdy thick cock, Jenna was more than willing to do that for him. She even noticed a bra the coach's wife had left in the laundry hamper in a corner of the bathroom. Jenna couldn't resist as she pulled the plain-looking beige bra out of the hamper and checked the size: 34A. Too bad for the coach, she thought.

All showered up, Jenna put on another of her new outfits. This time she chose a tight black sweater with a deeply-scooped neckline, paired with another of those sexy stretchy skirts, this one in black to match the sweater. Beneath it, she wore a pair of panties cut sinfully high on the hips and a heavily reinforced black satin bra trimmed in delicate lace. The substantial underwire pushed her girls up and together to create an enticing line of cleavage, which she could see in the mirror looked quite inviting beneath the scooped neckline of the sweater. A pair of strappy flat black sandals completed the outfit. She didn't worry too much about high heels as she knew she'd be spending most of the evening on her knees.

The pizza invigorated Jenna, even though she wasn't all that hungry, having swallowed what felt like a few pints of spunk in the afternoon. With the food out of the way, she prepared to get to work, pulling her hair back in a ponytail with a black scrunchie and putting on a fresh coat of bright red glossy lipstick. The coach told her they'd be playing cards in the basement and she didn't have to worry about her knee pads tonight, he had things take care of in that regard.

The coach's friends all turned up on time just before the start of their poker game. There were seven of them, all around the same age as the coach, in their late 30's to early 40's. With the coach leading the way holding Jenna's hand, he led the group of them into the basement, where a large poker table was set up in the rec room, with a big-screen TV and comfortable furniture close by. Jenna noticed one big leather recliner had a pillow set up on the plush carpet in front of it. She knew right away that's what the coach had meant about not needing her knee pads. That's where she was going to be spending most of the night.

As with the coach's brothers, the men all eyed her up hungrily as she was introduced all around before they took their seats. Jenna waited as they sat around the table and one fellow doled out the chips as the coach grabbed the deck of cards.

"First ace..." he said as he started to flip cards face up in front of each player, "first ace gets to go in the chair of honor and get sucked off by Jenna. Whoever wins the first hand will go after that guy, and so on and so on after that. Okay?"

"Sounds good to me," a guy named Garth said as on the second go round, an ace came up right in front of him.

"Lucky fucker," another guy said as Garth got up and moved over to the easy chair.

Garth had his pants undone and his cock out by the time he sat down. Without a word needing to be spoken, Jenna took her spot on her knees on the pillow between his spread thighs, her mouth open as she swooped down and gobbled a few inches of cock.

"Oh fuck, yesss..." Garth growled as he threw back his head and surrendered to the pleasure of Jenna's hot wet mouth.

It went that way for the rest of the night, with everybody but the coach taking their turn. "Don't worry about me, you guys have your fun. I'll be fine," he said early on. Jenna knew he was waiting for what would come afterward, when he had the use of Jenna's pretty little mouth to himself for the whole night.

By the end of the evening, and the poker game, all seven of the men had gotten off three times each in Jenna's mouth. Thanks to Jenna's talent at keeping the other men distracted, the coach was the big winner of the night, cash-wise anyway. He was sure the other men felt like winners too.

For Jenna, when they had said their goodbyes and trundled off with their deflated (yet satisfied) cocks stuffed back in their pants, she stood up on shaky legs and looked down at herself. The swells of her breasts and both her black sweater and skirt were a mess, covered and soaked through with semen and saliva. Her panties were a write-off too. She'd come a few times herself while she'd been swallowing, gushing into her panties so much that she thought she could wring them out, they were that wet.

"Are you and I going to get started soon, Coach?" Jenna asked as she gave him a teasing smile, gobs of cum hanging off her chin.

"Oh god, yes. Watching you suck off all those guys has got me primed and ready. I can't wait to see how many loads I can dump into that pretty mouth of yours."

"I want to get cleaned up and changed first, if that's okay?" she said as she nodded towards the stairs.

"Sure, take as much time as you need. I just want to straighten up down here a bit." Jenna turned to go but his voice stopped her up short. "Oh, just one thing...when you get cleaned up, do me a small favour." She looked at him curiously before he continued. "Don't brush your teeth. I like the smell of all that cum on your breath."

Jenna smiled and nodded, feeling the cum in her belly sloshing around as she stepped away.

The coach tidied up while Jenna made her way upstairs and showered again in the en-suite. This time, from her big gym bag, she pulled out the sleeping gear she'd brought with her. Like she'd told the coach, she liked a challenge. And the challenge she'd given herself right now was to see how many loads she could suck out of the coach overnight. Being the numbers person that she was, the idea of trying to maximize that number was more than appealing to her. Just how many loads could she coax out him? He wasn't a young man, but he wasn't that old either. She was anxious to find out, wanting to find out if her looks and talent were good for an extra load or two more than either one of them expected.

With that in mind, she'd brought something with her that she thought might help her achieve her goal. She slipped on a satin chemise in dazzling emerald green trimmed at the edges with delicate white lace. The triangles of the smooth satin cups fit snugly to her generous breasts, her nipples stiffening as they brushed against the cool shiny fabric. The lack of reinforcing allowed her large boobs to sit naturally lower than usual, but the youthful firmness of her girls still provided more than an adequate amount of enticing cleavage. The chemise fit tight in the bodice beneath the impressive shelf of her tits, and then flowed out smoothly over her wide hips, the lacy hem at the bottom ending just a couple of inches south of the equator. What Jenna really liked about it was that there were two little slits in the front, one over each leg that gave a teasing view of her full creamy thighs beneath. She thought it looked really sexy, and hoped the coach would think so as well. Beneath it, she wore a matching thong in the same silky green satin, the tiny front panel barely covering her shaven mound.

Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, she smiled, looking forward to having her lips wrapped around the coach's big cock for the rest of the night. She applied a generous coating of the red lipstick she'd brought, turning her full lips into the perfect target for a hard cock to aim for. She pulled back her hair and secured it in a white scrunchie to match the lace trim of the chemise. Satisfied that she was ready to start sucking, Jenna was just about to leave the bathroom when her eyes alighted on the boring beige bra of the coach's wife sitting on top of the laundry hamper. Picking it up, she couldn't help but dismally shake her head as she looked at the 34A bra size once more. "Sorry, Mrs. Coach, but if you don't want to suck your husband's big cock and swallow his cum, I certainly do."

She dropped the bra and stepped out of the en-suite to find the coach sitting propped up in bed against the headboard, a stack of pillows behind him and the sheet covering him to his waist. He appeared to be naked, from what she could see. Both lamps on the bedside tables were turned on, giving the room an intimate warm glow.

"Oh my," he said as he looked her way. "Jenna, you look incredible."

"I'm glad you like it. It's another one of the things I got with the money you said I could use."

His eyes were raking over her body like a starving man at a buffet. "Like I said before, money more than well-spent."

Jenna could tell that the coach liked what she was wearing. The sheet covering his midsection was starting to tent up already. She started to sidle over towards the bed, his eyes immediately going to her chest, where she knew her stiff nipples were thrusting out provocatively against the cool satin.

"Oh man, that slip thing looks amazing."

The way he was looking at her and almost drooling, and with the way the tented sheet was continuing to rise, Jenna was starting to wonder if he had more on his mind than they'd originally talked about. "Coach," she said, "I just want to make sure we're clear again, I'll suck you off as many times as you want tonight, but you know that I won't go beyond that. We've talked about this before."

"I...I know," the coach replied, his cock throbbing beneath the sheet, a dark stain starting to blossom at the tip as precum soaked into the sheet. "It's just that you look so fucking sexy in that outfit, I wasn't sure what you had in mind."

Jenna shook her head as she reached up and cupped her breasts from below, offering them up to his hungry eyes. "I'm sorry if you thought otherwise, but like you said when you first hired me, you thought if I dressed like this it would help the boys get rid of that tension quicker, nothing more than that. I'm doing the same for you."

The coach shuddered as he looked at her voluminous tits, mouth-wateringly held up for his inspection. "Okay, no problem, Jenna, whatever you want. And you're right, you do look fantastic in that and just looking at you has me almost ready to pop a load right now."

Jenna couldn't help but smile as she released her breasts and crawled onto the bed. "Well, let's make sure we don't waste a drop of it then." She drew the sheet down off his body, his thrusting cock standing upright and pulsing with each beat of his heart. With her eyes focussed on his throbbing prick, she moved closer, saliva filling her mouth already. "Mmm, there's my prize for the rest of the night. Let's get this first one off fast, and then I'll take my time seeing how many more I can suck out of you."

With that, Jenna looked the coach right in the eye as she ovalled her lips into an inviting 'O' and slipped them down over the flared crimson crown.

"Oh fuck, your mouth is so fucking good," the coach said as he gripped the sheets on each side of him as he leaned back against the headboard and surrendered to Jenna's cocksucking expertise.

The coach had been right, his cock was definitely primed from watching her all night. Jenna was surprised how fast he came, totally hosing her tonsils within just a couple of minutes of her lips sliding down the turgid shaft and her tongue rolling teasingly all over the enflamed cockhead.

"Jesus, I needed that," the coach said as he actually stood on the bed and looked down at her on her knees. He was so aroused that his prodigious member hadn't lost any of its steely hardness. He pointed his surging prick down and plugged it right into her gaping mouth before grabbing her head and working it back and forth vigorously on his cock.

Jenna liked this, liked a man taking charge and using her mouth like a cock-socket.