Kimmy's Adventures - The Locker Room

Kimmy's College Adventures - The Locker room

This is the first in what will be an intermittent series about a female college track star. I plan to add other adventures in the future, but have no specific time table at the moment.

This is a fictional story. Any similarities to real people or places is merely a coincidence. All characters depicted are 18-years or older.

Kimmy's College Adventures - The Locker room

My experience as a Division I student athlete at a major university in my home state was incredible. I had great coaches, made true friends, learned a lot, and had many fun times. However, one experience that will stand out against them all happened during the spring track season my freshman year.

I had just finished practice and was starving. The dining hall was less than 100-yards away. The last thing I wanted to do was turn around and make the 10-minute walk across campus back to the locker room. But, I knew I had to because I had forgotten my book bag there and it contained the material needed to study for a statistics test I had the following day.

The clock on my phone told me I had enough time to get to the athletic complex, pick up my bag and return to the dining hall before dinner ended. I was still wearing my practice gear, although I'd changed into a fresh tee-shirt. So, holding my gym bag full of my street clothes in one arm I began to jog back to the locker room. My legs already ached and I was pretty tired from the eight-mile run the women's distance team and I had done that afternoon. Despite that, I found myself back at the facility before I knew it.

I was determined to get my bag fast and head back to the dining hall. I swiped my ID across the scanner and heard the door to the women's locker room unlock. I grabbed the handle quickly, opened the door, and hurried into what I presumed was a deserted locker room since all the spring sport practices were over for the day.

The women's facility is constructed into two rooms of about eight rows of lockers with about a dozen lockers in each row; one in front for the underclassmen and one in back for the juniors and seniors. I quickly found my bag where I left it, sitting on the bench between the third and fourth sets of lockers in the first room. I grabbed my bag and was turning to leave when I suddenly heard a few grunts and groans.

Because of the way sound echoed off the walls and lockers I wasn't sure exactly what I was hearing or where it was coming from precisely. So, I cautiously headed towards the upperclassmen locker room to investigate.

As I got closer the sounds became louder and more clear. By the third or forth grunt I was pretty certain what types of sounds I was hearing. SEX! I only had two boyfriends in high school, but I had enough sex with my last one to know what it feels like and sounds like to get fucked. Quite honestly I like sex and started masturbating when I was in middle school. I often start and end my day playing with my pussy.

My curiosity was piqued and I had to see who was making the lustful noises. So, I quietly put my bags down on the last bench in the underclassmen locker room and tiptoed to the entrance to the back room. My heart rate began to quicken and my cheeks became flushed.

No sooner did I peak through the doorway then I saw LaShawna Dawson, one of our team captains and an Olympic hopeful in the sprints laying on her back, ass at the closer end of the bench, toned legs splayed in the air. Down on his knees, pumping away at her bald pussy was J.T. Dixon, one of our grad-student coaches. Even though he was kneeling he was tall enough and the bench was low enough that his cock was right at cunt level. They couldn't have been more than twenty-feet away from me.

I stifled a gasp and ducked back behind the corner of the entrance way to the adjoining locker room. My tiny A-cup tits heaved up and down on my chest as I tried to control my breathing. Had they seen me? Heard me? From the sounds of it I hadn't disturbed them. I wondered if I should leave quietly and give them their privacy, or stay and enjoy the show. I'm embarrassed to admit but it didn't take long for the pervert in me to decide that I would stay.

Decision made, I gradually positioned myself so I could see them clearly but stay out of their view. With about half the banks of florescent lights still on I had a pretty good sight of the beautiful fucking couple but was in the shadows enough that they probably couldn't see me.

LaShawna looks basically the opposite of me. At 5'7", I'm a relatively tall, skinny, flat chested light skinned caucasian with blonde hair. Stereotypical distance runners build. She's about three-inches shorter gorgeous mixed race woman with more curves, powerful thighs, and shoulder length wiry black hair.

J.T. specializes in the jumping field events and as such has about 225-pounds of lean muscle sculpted on a 6'6" frame. He had his hair in dreads and a neat goatee on his face. Most of the women's team got wet just looking at the bulge barely hidden inside his shorts.

I gazed lustfully at the couple for several minutes. I watched LaShawna C-cup tits flail back and forth as he pounded her. Squelching and squishing sounds could be heard over the moans each time J.T. thrust into LaShawna's cunt. The audio-visual stimulus was too much for me and I soon found my left hand in my panties and my right hand under my bra. I began pleasuring myself while I continued to watch the hot action in front of me.

"That's it J.T.," I heard LaShawna pant. "Don't stop. Keep fucking me with that big black cock."

"I love your juicy tight pussy girl," J.T. responded. "And those fucking tits are driving me crazy." He reached out with one hand and began pulling on a boob.

"Getting close," he continued a minute later. " Not much longer!"

With that, the gorgeous, hung man picked up the pace and gave her about a dozen more powerful stabs before jabbing one last thrust as deep as he could.

"Aaahhhuugg!"

They let out a simultaneous guttural grunt signifying their shared release.

By the time the couple was building to their climax, I had lowered my shorts and panties to my ankles and was thrusting my middle and ring fingers from my left hand into my cunt hole while strumming my clit with my right hand. Just about the moment J.T. collapsed on top of LaShawna, I felt my legs shake as my climax overtook my body. Somehow I kept my balance.

Like I said, I've been masturbating for awhile now and had a lot of practice cumming quietly, but I guess I didn't do a very good job. My pussy was probably squishing too loudly because, when I finally opened my eyes after my climax I was looking at J.T. standing a foot away from me. His body was glistening with sweat and his unbelievably big cock was smeared in a mixture of LaShawna's pussy juice and his own cum.

"What do we have here?", he asked as he grabbed my arm and pulled me into the back locker room to within about ten-feet of LaShawna. I stumbled awkwardly over my shorts and underwear that were still around my ankles. With a chuckle he said, "Hey La-La, looks like we have a peeping Thomasita."

I guess he thought he was clever instead of saying peeping Tom.

By the way, La-La is LaShawna's nick-name that all her friends called her.

I wanted to shrivel up and disappear from embarrassment. I'd never been formally introduced to her and couldn't believe that I was meeting the team captain and future Olympian under these circumstances.

"Kimmy Anderson, right?", La La asked moving to a sitting position on the bench giving me a view of her recently fucked pussy. "Your the freshman phenom distance runner."

Oh my god she knew of me? She knew I was the high school cross-country state champion? I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised but the upper class-men don't usually hang out with the underclassmen, especially if they don't run the same events.

"I-I'm s-so s-sorry," I stuttered as I began to ramble while I bent down to pick up my panties and shorts. "I didn't mean to spy - I forgot my book bag and when I came back to get it I heard something - and I had to look - and you were so hot I couldn't..."

"It's okay baby," La La said interrupting me as she got up and stepped closer. This caused me to stand and back into J.T. I could feel the heat off their bodies as they sandwiched me between them. "You liked what you saw?"

I nodded speechlessly as she looked up at me. I swear I saw her lick her lips as she gave me the eye.

"I'll just get my stuff and leave you guys..." I began as I tried to take a step towards the front locker room. However, J.T. shuffled one stride to block my path and LaShawna grabbed my arm.

"What's your hurry pretty girl?" she asked with a devilish smile. She lifted my left hand to her mouth and sucked my fingers that were still wet with my pussy juices. "We were just getting started. And I'm sure J.T. here wouldn't mind if you joined us. I know I wouldn't," she said licking her lips after removing my fingers from her mouth.

I turned my head slightly to see that J.T. had a big smile on his face as he shook his head. Then I looked back at her in disbelief.

"Well I really do have to get to the dining hall before it closes..." I started. "Then I have a test to study for..."

"We'll get you some food later," LaShawna interrupted. "But, I think you have some eating to do here first." The two of them laughed at her pun.

"You ever ate pussy before?", LaShawna asked with a cheshire grin. "Besides your own that is."

"Uh, well no," I stammered. "I've never been with a..."

"You ain't no virgin are ya?" questioned J.T. hopefully as he rubbed his slimy cock against my ass.

"Well,un no," I started as I tried to explain that I've had sex with only one guy.

"You ever have a big black man before?", LaShawna queried as she moved her face to within inches of mine. I couldn't help but inhale her steamy, minty breath.

"N-No, n-never..." I stammered again as I felt my whole body flush.

"Well then you're in for a treat," she said kissing me quickly on the lips then suddenly spinning me around to face J.T. Before I knew it she pushed me to my knees and removed my tee-shirt leaving me just in my bra that covered my tiny tits. J.T.'s cock was mere inches from my mouth..

"Now why don't you start by licking his dick clean?" she said not looking for an answer. She grabbed my ponytail and pushed my face into his crotch. I swear J.T.'s flaccid cock was bigger than my ex's hard dick. I was in shock and didn't really know what to do, so I just sat there with his pubes in my face.

"Stick out your tongue girl," La-La said sternly.

I did what I was told and suddenly felt her move my head around like a mop so my tongue could soak up the juice. My body gave an involuntary shudder as the mixture of fluids on his cock registered in my tastebuds.

"You like that?" La-La giggled.

Honestly it didn't taste bad but I didn't know if I should answer. Instead she told me to take his balls in my mouth and gently suck them. Now, I'd giving my ex blow jobs before, and honestly didn't mind it. I even swallowed. But I can't say that I ever really sucked his balls before. His were all hairy. J.T. must shave his balls because they were pretty smooth. I tentatively took one in my mouth and washed it good with my tongue for a moment before switching to the other. I started to get into it and even extended my tongue towards his taint.

"Holy fuck that feels good," J.T. uttered as his knees buckled slightly. Encouraged I kept doing it until La La told me to start sucking on his shaft. I held his cock in front of my face and stared. Slowly I started tracing my tongue from the base of his cock up the main vain that ran on the underside of his shaft to the head. In the few minutes I'd been licking and sucking I'd replaced their juices with my saliva, and his cock began to rise again. I took the large mushroom head in my mouth and began to swallow the first couple inches. I used both my hands on the rest of his shaft as I began to bob my head. He was at full mast a couple minutes later.

"You're a natural BBC slut sweetheart," La La said approvingly. "Let's see how much you can take."

It took me a moment to realize that BBC meant Big Black Cock. I couldn't help but smile at the compliment as she began to push my head further down his shaft. I moved my left hand to caress his balls and my right hand to the base of his cock. I began to gag as the tip of his dick touched my tonsils and the width of his shaft stretched my mouth wide. Saliva began to drool from the corners of my lips.

"Half-way!" La La exclaimed. "Not bad for your first time." She guided his dick in and out of my throat for about another minute. I was just getting used to it when she yanked my head off his cock by the hair. I think I heard a pop as it exited my mouth I was sucking so hard. I knelt their confused and panting.

"Awww!", J.T. whined. "Why'd you do that La-La? It was really getting good."

I had to agree.

La-La let out a cackle and said, "Hold on big boy. I think you're going to like what I have planned next. Plus, it's my turn to get some pleasure out of this."

With that said, she stood me up and walked us over to the middle of the bench. She let go of my arm, straddled the bench, then laid down on it spreading her legs on either side.

"Now get over here and suck my cunt!" she demanded.

I stared at her dumbfounded.

J.T. didn't waist a second and positioned me so I had one leg bent, knee on the bench, while the other leg's foot was flat on the floor. He then pushed my head into LaLa's pouting pussy as his cum seeped from it. I inhaled her musky sent and I have to admit it turned me on. I had tasted my own pussy before, as La La had correctly assumed, and was not averse to the taste.

"Start by sticking out your tongue and trace it over my lips," she instructed. "I really like that."

I did as instructed for what was probably a minute or two when suddenly she reached between her legs and spread her folds wide. I stared in awe at the contrast of the darker color of her labia compared to the bright pink of her inner core. She broke me from my trance when she told me to penetrate her hole with my tongue and clean her out. Like I said, I didn't mind the taste of her twat and I already ate some of his cum off his dick, so I figured "What the fuck" and dove in whole heartedly.

"Oh that's it you Freaky Freshman," she barked at me. "

The couple laughed. I did too, although it's not easy with a mouth full of pussy.

Just as I began hole diving I felt additional weight on the bench behind me. Before I knew it J.T. pulled my sports bra over my head and off my arms. Once I resettled I felt the tip of J.T.'s monster cock press against the entrance to my pussy. Now like I said, I wasn't a virgin, but I'd never had anything that size stretch out my hole before so I wasn't ready for this and lifted my head slightly. And J.T. sensed it.

"Just relax Kimmy," he whispered soothingly as he gently grasped my hips. "I'll take it easy on you. At first anyway."

I think I heard him chuckle to himself. I know I heard La-La giggle.

"Get back to eating me out Fresh-meat," La La commanded.

I reinserted my tongue but It was hard to concentrate on her pussy. Even though he was entering me as slowly as he could it felt like J.T. was splitting me in two. I can't imagine what it would have felt like if my pussy hadn't already been wet from masturbating before.

Inch by excruciating inch he pushed forward. It felt like forever but it was probably another minute or so later when I heard him say, "I think that's as far as I'm going."

I had to agree as I felt the tip of his cock hit my cervix.

"How much you get inside her J.T.?" she asked

"Oh, at least seven, maybe eight-inches," he answered.

"Damn!", La La exclaimed. "Not bad for a skinny ass white bitch. Now he's going to fuck you out but you better keep eating my cunt and don't stop till I cum."

And with that I began swirling my tongue around inside her pussy while J.T. slid his cock out till just the tip remained then began to slide it back in. With each stroke inside me the discomfort lessoned and the pleasure increased.

It also felt and sounded like what I was doing between La La's legs was working. Her heavy breathing increased along with the writhing of her ass and wiggling of her hips. It was at that point I decided to change tactics and slid my tongue from her hole to her clit.

"Fuck yea girl," she hissed. "Keep licking that spot."

Having played with my own clit for years, I knew that was the place to concentrate.

It was about that time that J.T. started thrusting quicker and harder. Each jab inside my hole caused me to grunt into La La's pussy while making my head spin and my body shake. Even my little tit's were swaying.

For the next few minutes I thrashed her pussy while I got pounded. I shifted my balance slightly so I could free up my right arm and began to slide two fingers into her hole while continuing to lick her pussy.

I'd be lying if I said it was the most comfortable position. I'd had practice over the past year fucking in awkward places with my ex. On bathroom sinks at parties, in the back seat of small cars, on picnic tables in parks are just a few of the places. So I figured the pleasure I was getting and receiving in this locker room was worth it.

"Holy Fuck!" La La yelled as my fingers rubbed her G-spot. "That feels incredible!"

Encouraged by her response I doubled my efforts between her legs while trying to maintain my balance as I got railed from behind.

I knew La La was close when she began thrusting her hips quicker and grabbed my head from behind crushing it into her cunt. Her pussy muscles contracted nearly breaking my fingers.

"Ahhhuggghhh!", she groaned as her body shook uncontrollably on the hard bench.

When she finally relaxed a little I pulled my sopping hand from her twat trying to get feeling back in my digits. At the same time I was trying to catch my breath. You would of thought I'd just finished a 5K at record pace the way I was panting.

I felt J.T. pull out of my hole, which I wasn't happy about, but I couldn't really stay in that position anymore.

"Fuck girl," La La gasped between breaths, "you're a born pussy licker."

I appreciated the compliment and smiled at my first female sex partner.

We weren't quite done yet and La La directed me and J.T. to slide down towards the end of the bench. She scooted down then had me sit in front of her so my back was against her front and my pussy was at the end of the bench. J.T. then resumed the position he'd been in when he'd fucked La La; on his knees. I leaned on the team captain and loved the feel of her firm but soft tits against my back. The student coach spread my legs and slid his cock back in my pussy.

From this vantage point I could clearly see him slide back and forth in my body, and I have to say it looked as hot as it did feel good. The contrast of his dark cock to my pale pussy was visually intoxicating. La La agreed.

"That's fucking hot!", she said peering over my shoulder. The warmth of her breath tickled my ear. "This the first white pussy you ever had?", La La asked J.T.

"Naa!" he said shaking his head, sweat from his brow spraying me. "Although I'm pretty sure she the first true blond I've fucked," he added as he reached down and grabbed a handful of my blond bush that adorns the mound above my clit.

"Ahhhgg!" I winced as he continued to pull on my pubes. The two laughed as he let go.

J.T. continued to steadily fuck my cunt for several minutes. By this time I could see my juices dripping down the exposed part of his shaft. Again the position wasn't the most comfortable, but the pleasure in my pussy outweighed the pain in my back. Then I felt La La's right hand drift between my legs while her left grabbed my tit.