Game Day Traditions

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All characters in this story are over 18 and purely creations of fiction. Everything depicted is intended to be consensual acts involving adults. This is meant to be a fun story with only a loose connection to real life. It is not meant to be realistic. This is meant to be read for enjoyment, so hopefully you have some fun reading it. Thanks!**

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Game day was usually a fun and relaxing time for Harris. He wasn't an athlete, but he went to nearly all of the major sporting events of his high school. Football was the sport most popular among his classmates, but Harris's favorite games to attend were basketball games. It wasn't because he was a huge fan, though he did like to support his school and his classmates. Rather, Harris enjoyed the sports since it gave him an opportunity to play in the pep band.

Football was the same time as marching band season, so Harris played the regular fight songs and marching band tunes during those games. During basketball season however, he got to engage in something far more fun. Harris was a percussionist, and during basketball games he got to play the full drum set. He even got to jam with some of his friends who played guitar and bass during the time outs, which was the highlight of Harris's time at the games.

As fun as game days were, they still were a lot of work as well. Basketball games were especially a ton of hard work, since he had to set up platforms in the stands for the drum set and then haul all the pieces from the band room into the gym. And then afterwards he'd have to haul it all back. The two spaces were quite a distance apart, so he got in plenty of steps during those days. But still, Harris loved getting able to play the rock songs the pep band played, so his mood was still quite cheerful and bright.

Game days were not nearly as lighthearted and easygoing for Morgan, at least not basketball game days. Morgan was the captain of the girls' basketball team, and perhaps the best athlete in the whole school. This meant there was a lot expected of her, and she felt the pressure quite heavily. Game days were full of tension and stress. Even when her team won, which was almost always, Morgan still found the days difficult and tiring.

In an effort to relieve some of the stress and make her game days a little easier, Morgan had a lot of lucky charms and rituals she did. She had started doing most of them as a joke, but then they seemed to start working. Her performance improved, her team won more, and more attention was placed on her increasing skills. As her athletic career took off she took her game day traditions more and more seriously. And now that she was being seriously scouted by some really major colleges, her rituals became extremely important. What had started as some fun had turned into major superstition.

If there ever was a game that she needed some extra luck for, this one was it. Morgan's team was matched against their intra-city rivals. This game could decide who had a chance to go to state, so there was a lot riding on the line. And the audience would be huge, filling the entire gym with screaming fans of both teams. The pressure would be intense, and Morgan couldn't afford to fail.

Morgan had her lucky socks on. She had done her secret handshake with her coach during practice. For breakfast she had eaten exactly 5 bites of toast, counting 5 seconds between each bite. Her sacred bracelet was on her wrist, she had recited the lucky poem written by her favorite author, and she had done plenty of other small rituals and traditions. She had done almost everything she needed to do to ensure her upcoming victory.

There was just one last thing Morgan needed to do, one last tradition she had to complete. It was a very special ritual, something she had only started to do recently. It had begun after a string of very close games that her team had almost lost due to some mistakes by Morgan. Needing to find a way to reverse her run of bad luck, Morgan had listened to her boyfriend's idea about a new lucky thing she could do.

When he had suggested having sex right before the next game, Morgan had rolled her eyes and scoffed, but after some pestering she had agreed. She was desperate enough to try anything. The first game they had tried it, Morgan had scored nearly twice what she normally did, blowing out their competition. That had solidified the new ritual as a key component in her preparations for each game.

But now she was missing the important piece to her plans, and she was becoming panicked. Her boyfriend had gone with a group of his friends and gotten drunk together, getting some booze from one of their older brothers. They had overdone it, and when Morgan had tried to do the deed with her boyfriend he had been too drunk to even get hard. Her plans had been spoiled, and now Morgan felt like her world was crashing down around her.

Morgan had arrived an hour earlier to the school than she needed to, and she was pacing back and forth outside of her team's locker room. The school was basically empty, with her coaches and teammates not even there yet. The cheerleaders, refs, and a few others had started to trickle in, but they weren't anywhere near her. Morgan had arrived early to try and get some alone time to find a way to deal with her current issue.

Her mind was frantically trying to figure out what to do. Morgan had become so reliant on her rituals and charms that the thought of going without one was crushing. And since this was perhaps one of the most important games of her high school career, she felt even more pressure. She was quickly becoming desperate, giving every single possible solution a full consideration.

Morgan had left her boyfriend at his house, half passed out and barely coherent, so she didn't think there was any chance of him recovering enough in time for them to have sex. She considered masturbating, wondering if just giving herself an orgasm would be good enough to trigger the good luck from the ritual. She discarded that idea rather quickly, not trusting that doing something halfway would be enough. No other idea even came close to being acceptable, and Morgan became more and more panicked. Despite how hard she was trying to find another option, there was only one way to do the ritual she needed to complete in order to guarantee success on the court. She needed to find someone, anyone, and beg them to fuck her.

Right as she came to that conclusion, Harris walked down the empty hallway past the locker room. He had just finished dropping off the last piece of the drum set, and he was now returning to the band room to pick up his drum key that he had forgotten. Harris preferred to tune the heads every time he moved them a long distance. His mood was still high and merry, and he was whistling one of the pep band's songs as he casually strolled towards Morgan. He barely even noticed her.

Morgan had noticed him however, and as soon as she had spotted him her mind had gone into overdrive. An idea popped immediately into her mind, but it was almost too crazy to consider. Still, she was in some dire straits, and she had to at least give it a consideration.

She knew Harris, or at least she knew about him. They had been in several classes together throughout the years, but they had never been more than just basic classmates. Morgan was a star athlete, and she was also extremely popular. Harris didn't move in her social circles, and the music department didn't have much prestige or influence among the various cliques and groups of the school.

Therefore, Morgan knew just enough about him to normally ignore him completely. He was a nerd and a band geek, someone she wouldn't have even given a glance at if she passed him in the hallway. But somehow that made her consideration a little easier. This was a desperate circumstance, and he was clearly a desperate choice.

As Morgan stared hard at Harris, she came to the conclusion that her only option was to try to use Harris to complete her final and essential game day ritual. The game was too important for her to not get every ounce of luck she could get, and failing to skip this one tradition might even bring down bad luck. Harris was the only guy around, so only he could help her with this. There wasn't time to wait for another option, she couldn't waste any more minutes hoping that some other solution would fall into her lap. Gritting her teeth, Morgan steeled her resolve to do the most insane thing she had ever done.

All of Morgan's deliberation had been completed in just a few seconds. Harris had walked from the end of the hallway to right in front of Morgan without seeing a single sign that the girl had committed herself to a crazy idea. He was blissfully unaware, that is until he felt Morgan grab his arm and yank him into the locker room.

It happened so fast that Harris had no idea what was happening even as he was brought deep inside the locker room. He had been so stunned that Morgan had mostly dragged him, and his shock was only heightened as she locked the door behind them. One moment he had been idly whistling and wondering what song order they should play, and the next he was inside the girls' changing room with one of the most popular girls in school staring at him. He had never been inside the girls' locker room before, though he had dreamed of being in it, so that stunned him as well. But it was the look of fierce determination and iron resolve in Morgan's eyes that shocked him the most.

Morgan was shocked by her own forceful determination as well, but that was just one of many volatile emotions churning inside her at that moment. Her body was tense, her heart racing, and her mind was a maelstrom of raging thoughts, hopes, fears, and desires. But she had one goal, and she was committed to it. She would do this ritual, no matter the cost.

"I need you. I can't explain this, but it's really important. It's so fucking important, and I need your help. I don't have time to try and make you understand this, so you are just going to have to go with me on this." Morgan exclaimed.

The basketball star's words came out in a rush, and she only barely managed to keep from stumbling over each word. Her tone was filled with desperation and urgency, emphasizing how serious she thought this was. There was no doubt in her voice, just an ardent and unshakeable resolve.

Harris was impressed by how confident and assured she spoke, even if her words came out so fast they blurred together. He was also affected by how forcefully she had taken him from the hallway and into the locker room. It showed that she was fueled by earnest conviction and a powerful need. The way her eyes shone with pure belief helped make him consider her words.

But it wasn't any of those things that truly made Harris want to assist Morgan. What convinced him didn't stem from any logical conclusion in his mind, but rather it was an impulse from his heart. And it had only taken a fraction of a second. As soon as Morgan had said she needed him, Harris had already been ready to do anything she asked of him.

Morgan might have barely even known that Harris existed most days, but the same was not true in reverse. For a long time before this moment, Harris had been nursing the biggest crush on Morgan. She wasn't only one of the most popular girls at school, but she was also one of the hottest. Her toned athletic body had been the focus of many daydreams from Harris, and he had often gotten distracted just thinking about her bright blue eyes. Having her beg him for his help was quite literally a dream come true.

"Yeah, of course. Whatever you need. I can help." Harris offered as soon as he could string the words together.

A wide smile broke out on Morgan's face and a relief flooded into her body. She had been quite worried that she would need to waste time trying to get Harris on board. Seeing that he was willing to go along without basically any explanation thrilled her. That joy made it a bit easier to do the next step in her plan, though it still required an extremely strong force of will. Morgan tapped into her iron resolve and forced herself to start taking off her clothes.

Harris had been excited by the pleased look on Morgan's face when he agreed to help, and that had quieted the concerns that had started to spring up in his head. He knew logically that being dragged into the girls' locker room and asked to help with something unknown was fairly insane. But his eagerness to do something, anything, with Morgan overcame that. And his willingness to continue was bolstered greatly as he watched with awe as Morgan stripped off her basketball uniform.

She started with her jersey, pulling it up and then tossing it off and away into a row of lockers. Morgan tugged off her shorts right after, taking them off very quickly and flinging them towards a corner of the room. Her shoes came off next, but she left her lucky kneehigh socks on. She paused for a moment after that to look at Harris's reaction.

It had already been like a dream to have Morgan take him into a private place and plead for his assistance, but seeing Morgan standing in front of him in only her underwear was something out of a far different sort of fantasy. Harris's expression was dominated by overwhelmed surprise, and he stared unblinking at Morgan. She stood with her hands on her hips, fully presenting herself to him. His gaze was intense, and despite his continued shock he drank in every detail of her body.

Morgan was fairly short for a basketball player, and Harris was a good head and a half taller than her. She had an extremely athletic body. Her thighs were thick and powerful, her narrow waist highlighted her well developed abs, and her ass had been made plump and big from squats. But there was also a softness to her figure, a pleasant gentleness to her curves that Harris could see even with her underwear obscuring some of them.

Her sports bra looked a size too small for her large breasts. Harris got a teasing hint of her tits as portions spilled out from the sides, the bottom, and the top of her bra. Morgan had always had a hard time keeping her breasts contained during games, and right then they seemed ready to burst out. Her strawberry blonde hair was tied into two tight braids, and fingernails were painted the soft blue of the school colors.

To her surprise Morgan enjoyed Harris's hungry gaze. Seeing the pure delight in his eyes as he focused on her body made her feel sexy and beautiful. There was nothing critical or judgement in the way he looked at her, just eager enjoyment. Morgan felt a warmth spread through her body, and she started to get aroused in a way she had not expected.

Harris eagerly memorized every detail of her gorgeous figure, wanting to lock this moment forever in his mind. He could have stared longingly at Morgan for hours and still have wanted more time to gaze at her beauty. However, Morgan only gave him a few moments to admire her body before she put it into action. Stepping forward, Morgan guided Harris to press his back against some nearby lockers and then dropped down to her knees.

Doing this was a struggle for Morgan, despite the appearance that she moved with assurance. She had to rely on her strength of resolve and determination to power past her hesitations. Morgan didn't think of herself as a slut, so getting ready to suck a random guy's dick was a challenge no matter how committed she was to doing it. But she needed to get Harris hard so he could fuck her, so there was no avoiding this.

Seeing Morgan down on her knees in front of him made Harris go wide eyed and caused his jaw to drop. Morgan hadn't even given him a hint of what she needed him for, but now his mind started to flood with guesses. He was cautious with his guesses, since he didn't want to be disappointed when they didn't come true. But he didn't have to wait long until Morgan confirmed that he was about to experience something from his deepest and most desperate fantasies.

Reaching up, Morgan grabbed the waistband of Harris's shorts and tugged them down. She pulled down his underwear at the same time, yanking them both down to his ankles. Being pulled by Morgan into a space that was the setting of many boys' fantasies, and seeing her strip down to her underwear, had been enough to get Harris semi erect. His dick was big enough that by the point Morgan released it that it sprung out and slapped against her face.

Morgan jerked her head back in surprise. Apprehension filled her eyes, but she overcame it quickly. She was more surprised by the size of the cock than the fact that it had hit her in the face. Her surprise grew even greater when she reached up to touch and found that it wasn't even fully hard. Her eyes went wide and she took in a deep breath as she admired the cock she had committed herself to getting fucked by. Though it wasn't fully erect, it was still impressively long and thick. Her fingers barely were able to get all the way around it, but since it was growing by the second that quickly stopped being possible.

Seeing Harris's dick and holding it in her hand changed something inside of Morgan. Up to that point she had been needing to rely on grim determination to motivate her. But now there was a flickering desire that had been ignited. She didn't fully understand it yet, but Morgan felt a stirring of passion and lust inside her. Those new feelings grew just like the cock in her hand did.

While Morgan took a few moments to study Harris's cock, Harris tried to come to terms with what was happening. He had been stunned before by what Morgan had done, but this was beyond what his mind could process. It took several seconds for Harris to even believe that Morgan was actually holding his cock. He almost didn't want to accept what his eyes were telling him, since it seemed far too good to be true.

It was the pleasure that convinced Harris that this was truly happening. Morgan's soft fingers on his dick felt amazing, even if her touch was light and gentle. And when she started to slowly rub her hand up and down his stiffening cock a wave of pleasure filled his body. The greatest source of delight didn't come from her hand on his dick however. What gave Harris the most joy was the small glint of desire in Morgan's eyes, and the faint look of lustful longing on her face.

The two gradually came to terms with the influx of unexpected feelings at the same time. Harris eagerly received the pleasure, and Morgan more hesitantly accepted the passion building up inside of her. Morgan started stroking his cock more confidently, moving her hand up and down his long length. Harris moved past his disbelief and shock, becoming bold enough to start engaging with the fantasy that had been brought to life. He brushed a hand over Morgan's hair and let out a low and deep moan.

The sound of his groan fueled the fire of passion that was smoldering inside of Morgan. Her boyfriend had always been extremely quiet during sex, and he had refused to be more vocal even when she had asked him to. Hearing Harris freely let his moan pass through his lips was a delight that Morgan had been craving badly. And now that she had heard it once, she needed more. Her fingers stroked his cock faster, and she stared at it as she licked her lips.

Harris let out heavier and deeper moans, eagerly showing Morgan just how much he was enjoying what she was doing. He still didn't know why this was happening, but he was beyond caring even a bit about it. Morgan was giving him the time of his life, and from the look in her eyes she was about to make it even better.

Opening her mouth, Morgan looked up at Harris. Her bright blue eyes were wide, and to Harris they looked full of innocence and purity. That innocence made what she did next insanely sexy. Morgan leaned in and started to kiss and lick his dick. She started at the middle of his shaft, pressing her lips softly against it and flicking gently with her tongue. Slowly she moved her lips down his length, teasing her lips and tongue against him while she kept her eyes focused on his face. Once she reached the base of his dick she lifted her lips to the head of his shaft.

While Morgan teased the tip of his cock with her tongue Harris let out a low groan of pure pleasure. He stared down intently at Morgan, loving how hot she looked with her lips on his dick. And as they stared into each other's eyes the two felt a connection grow between them, one built of mutual desire and passion. Their lusts had already been inflamed, but they burned hotter and more urgent as they fed off each other.

Morgan got so aroused that she slipped one hand down in between her legs. As she started to lick up and down Harris's full length with her tongue, she teased her fingers against her panties. She had already become quite wet, and she let out soft moans as her tongue traveled from the head of his cock down to the base and then back up again.

Through her stroking, kissing, and licking, Harris had grown incredibly hard. Getting his dick fully erect had been the goal when she had gotten down onto her knees, but Morgan didn't move on to the next step of her plan quite yet. His deep grunts and groans were too sweet and arousing, and she needed to hear more of them. And besides, she had never seen such a nice big dick before, and she felt like she just had to suck it at least a little bit.

Opening her mouth a little wider, Morgan gave Harris a quick wink and then wrapped her lips around his shaft. She quickly started to bob her head back and forth slightly while still using her tongue on the head of his cock. Her eyes still stayed focused up on Harris the whole time.

Harris groaned hard and low as she sucked his dick, and pleasure filled his body. His cock throbbed inside her lips, especially as she began to move them further and further down his length. When she reached up with her free hand to tease his balls, Harris let out a rough moan in response.

"Fuck, yes. Oh god, that feels so good. You are amazing, so damned amazing." Harris told Morgan.

His words gave Morgan more than just motivation, though they did encourage her to take a few more of his inches down her throat. They also gave her something better than even the delicious sound of his moans. Her boyfriend gave her compliments just as rarely as he made noises in bed. And when he did give her praise, it was always qualified by some criticism at the same time. But Harris had told her that she was amazing. He hadn't said that what she was doing was amazing, but that she was. The difference was slight, but also incredibly important. Hearing that fanned the flames of lust inside her, making it burn hotter and more fiercely.

Using that, Morgan tried to take as much as his cock down her throat as she could. Her boyfriend's dick was small enough that she hadn't ever even gagged on it, but Harris's cock challenged her gag reflex. But she pressed down despite the difficulty, wanting to take every inch she could. Morgan got nearly to the base of his dick, sliding an impressive amount down her throat. She had practiced deepthroating with her friends during sleepovers by using dildos, but Harris was bigger than any toy she had used. His rough and ragged moans as she held herself down over his length was well worth the effort whoever, and Morgan even moaned in pleasure as she listened to them. Her moans grew heavier as she kept rubbing herself through her wet panties.

Harris groaned even harder as he felt the vibrations of her moans around his cock. The pleasure was so intense that he needed to shut his eyes for a half second. His eyes opened just in time to see Morgan pull her lips fully off his dick, leaving it a mess of spit and saliva. She gasped for air for several moments, and she smiled brightly at him the entire time.

"That was... I can't even say. You are fucking fantastic, just incredible." Harris panted out, looking down with awe at her.

Morgan grinned even wider at his praise, and the lust inside her flared hotter. She giggled and moved her hand from his balls to lightly stroke his slick length. Giving Harris a wink, she leaned forward to press a quick kiss to the head of his cock.

"Oh, I hope so. But we have only just gotten started." Morgan told him with an eager and delighted voice.

Giving one last hungry look at his dick, Morgan got up from her knees and onto her feet. She kept her hand gently stroking his cock, and it's comforting hardness and warmth gave her the confidence to do the next step of her plan. Looking into Harris's eyes she took in a deep breath she readied herself.

"I need you to take off my underwear, okay. And uh, you don't have to be gentle about it. Tear it off if you want to. I just need you to get me naked so you can fuck me." Morgan said softly, her voice suddenly becoming far more shy and meek.

It had been a part of her superstitious ritual with her boyfriend that he had always taken off her underwear himself. Morgan had never let him tear off her bra or panties, but the fire of her arousal had made her offer that to Harris. She wanted to feel his hands on her, wanted to reward him for the praises he gave and how freely he showed his enjoyment in her. The strength of her lust was starting to make her more eager for the pleasure this ritual would bring than the luck she hoped it would provide.

Harris was surprised by her words, but his delight far overpowered any shock. This was way past his wildest imaginations, and he wasn't going to let himself get too stunned to enjoy it. A huge smile broke out on his face and he quickly stepped closer to Morgan.

"Oh hell yes, I can do that!" He exclaimed, his joy obvious in his voice.

Hearing his delight made Morgan even more happy, as did the eager way Harris reached out towards her. His hands brushed across her body, starting at her waist and then moving up towards her chest. Morgan wasn't surprised that he had gone for her bra first, since nearly all guys were enamored with her breasts. What did surprise her was how gentle Harris was. He couldn't suppress the excitement in his touch, but his eagerness didn't make him rough. His fingers moved more with curiosity than she would have guessed. His hands didn't paw harshly to expose her tits, but rather explored her body.

Harris let his fingers move over the curve of her sports bra lightly, only lightly pressing into the softness underneath. His eyes moved back and forth between her chest and her face, as he wanted to keep checking her expression. While Morgan had openly offered her body to him, Harris still didn't want to do anything she didn't like. And so he kept a watch for any sign of discomfort from her.

Morgan didn't show a single hint of being uncomfortable, and in fact the more Harris gently touched her the more she enjoyed it. At first, she had somewhat wanted him to tear off her underwear in a mad frenzy of desire. But the way he tenderly teased his fingers over her was far better. After just a few moments of feeling his hands on her Morgan found herself moaning softly as a new heat rose up inside her. The heat fueled the fires of her lust even more, and she felt herself getting incredibly wet.

While Harris was trying to be gentle and slow, he still couldn't hold himself back forever. The way her breasts felt through her bra was great, but he needed to feel and see them without any obstruction. Morgan's sports bra had a zipper right at the front, and after a few moments of exploring her chest he pulled it down. The bra burst open, which was expected considering the size of tits it had only barely been containing.

His eyes went wide once more as he got his first view of her bare breasts. They were definitely big, especially for Morgan's fairly slender and slim frame. But they were perky despite their size. Her nipples were small pink points at the tip of her breasts, and they were hard and erect. When Morgan rolled her shoulders to let the bra fall off her body, her tits swayed in a hypnotic and mesmerizing way. Drawn in by the motion, Harris eagerly moved his hands to cup her breasts.

As he squeezed her breasts gently in his hands, Morgan sighed out in delight. His hands felt wonderful holding her tits, especially as he cradled them like they were precious relics. A blush rose up in her cheeks as she realized she might be enjoying this even more than him. She moaned louder as Harris brushed his thumbs against her nipples.

Harris had dreamed about being able to touch Morgan's tits, and he did everything that he had wanted to do. He squeezed them, pressed them together, and even craned down his neck to suck on one of her nipples. And each action was accompanied by the most lovely and endearing sighs and moans from Morgan, letting Harris know just how much she was loving what he was doing. Morgan even whimpered lightly when he teased one of her nipples with his tongue. Harris could have spent hours just pawing at her chest, but Morgan had asked him to do more than just remove her bra. And as delighted as he was to enjoy her tits, there was something better she had wanted him to do.

Turning his focus towards the greater pleasure still in store, Harris moved his hands down to Morgan's panties. Morgan bit her lip and looked down with shy hesitation, suddenly shy again. Her cheeks were a rosy red, and her eyes looked full of purity and innocence once more. Harris paused with his fingers hooked into the straps of her panties, double checking to make sure Morgan still wanted him to continue. When she gave him an encouraging nod he grinned and slipped down her underwear.

Harris held his breath as he looked down intently and removed her panties. He dropped them once they were past her thighs, letting them fall around her ankles. His attention was fully on her pussy, and he was getting the best view he could. Morgan kept her pussy cleanly shaved, with no trace of hair at all. Harris enjoyed the unobstructed view, but he loved seeing just how wet Morgan was even more. She was already dripping with moisture, and her thighs were slightly damp. Releasing his breath, Harris was amazed that Morgan seemed to be just as aroused as he was.

As if to remind him of his own arousal, Harris felt his cock throb in aching need. Morgan also saw this, and she grinned seeing his dick twitch. Stepping out of her panties, Morgan got herself ready for the next step of her plan. She had expected this part to be the most difficult, but it was far more easy than she had anticipated. In fact, she barely had to tap into any determination at all. Her lust and desire drove her far more powerfully than any force of willpower or commitment.

Turning away from Harris, Morgan moved towards a bench that was in between two rows of lockers. Lifting up one leg, she rested her knee on the bench and bent over slightly. Looking over her shoulder she gave Harris a smoldering look that was full of desperate and urgent lust. She bit her lip, swayed her hips, and waggled a finger to beckon him over.

"Come on big guy, I need that thick cock inside me. I need you to pound this pretty little pussy, and you can do it as hard as you want." Morgan told him, using the most sexy and sultry voice she could.

Morgan's display was the most seductive and alluring thing Harris had ever seen. Her body was positioned in a way that showed off each and every one of her curves. Her tits looked extremely tantalizing and perky, her narrow waist and flat stomach looked sublime, and her juicy ass was made to look heavenly. And as she asked him to fuck her, she reached a hand down in between her legs and spread her pussy. In that moment, Morgan might as well have been the goddess of beauty, lust, and sex.

Harris stepped forward to worship that goddess, eager to give praise in the way most suited for a deity of carnal pleasure. He placed one hand on her waist as he lined up his cock with her pussy. Despite his body urging him to thrust deep inside her right away, Harris spent a few moments rubbing the head of his dick up and down over her pussy. He was quickly rewarded by sweet moans from Morgan, which delighted him.

Feeling Harris tease the tip of his length against her sent a shiver up through Morgan's spine. Every nerve felt on edge as she waited for him to thrust into her. The expectation made her heart race, and her whole body felt filled with fire. She needed him to drive his dick deep into her, to slam his cock into her pussy. Morgan looked at Harris with a desperate pleading, wordlessly begging him to give her what she wanted.

She didn't have to wait long, since the look she gave him was impossible for Harris to resist. Locking eyes with her, he tightened his grip on her waist and thrust his hips forward. Both Morgan and Harris moaned out together as his cock slid inside her tight pussy.

Morgan's eyes rolled back as she felt herself get stretched out in ways she had never felt before. Harris was bigger than any cock or toy she had ever felt. He thrust slowly, letting her feel as each inch was driven inside her. She felt like she was being completely filled, and it was the most divine sensation. Her eyes rolled back, and Morgan let out a breathless sigh of pure pleasure.

The further he thrust his cock into Morgan the harder Harris groaned. She squeezed around his length like a vise, assaulting his senses with pleasure. It was so good that only thrust his dick halfway into her before starting to pull out. When he slid back into her he thrust a little further, loving the way her pussy tightened around him.

Harris built up his rhythm slowly, only gradually getting faster. He also started to move his hands over Morgan's body, eager to explore her every curve. His fingers brushed along her hips and up her sides, gently cupping her swaying breasts for a few moments. He moved a hand up and down her back before gripping her shoulder and thrusting a little harder into her. His other hand squeezed her ass after giving it a light spank.

Morgan giggled at the spank, and she sighed out in delight at his touch. She adored how he touched her, treating her body like a piece of art. As she looked over her shoulder and stared at him, it was clear that Harris was amazed at being able to feel her soft skin and sensuous curves. His wonder and enjoyment of her body made Morgan burn hotter with desire, and she felt her heart swell with passion for Harris.

While his hands explored her silky smooth skin Harris kept thrusting faster and deeper into her. Morgan's cries of pleasure grew louder as she was filled more fully by his big thick cock. Her eyes rolled back slightly at the deep pleasure. Harris groaned more roughly and hard as well, grunting with each heavy thrust. Morgan's pussy gripping tightly around him was a delight straight out of heaven.

The two let their moans and groans grow loud together, and they both loved hearing the sound of each other. Harris's low groans made Morgan burst with satisfaction, and her silvery sighs caused him to be desperate for more of them. They didn't hold back at all, letting the locker room echo with the sounds of their pleasure. Morgan and Harris were so consumed by their passionate sex that they didn't care how loud they were being, and they didn't notice at all when the door at the far end of the room was opened.

The locker room was fairly well insulated, and the sound of Harris and Morgan fucking didn't carry much out of the room, but when three of Morgan's teammates arrived early they had heard it as soon as they got to the door. Morgan had locked one of the doors, but another was open so the three girls had snuck in to check out what was happening. People having sex in the locker room wasn't unheard of, and in fact all three of these basketball players had done it at least once before. But it was still a fun game to try and figure out who was doing it this time.

One of the girls was Devon, who happened to be Morgan's very best friend. When she had heard the moans she knew immediately that it was Morgan. The two of them, with some other friends, had participated in plenty of debauched sleepovers where they had all had many chances to hear each other moan, so the sound of Morgan crying out in pleasure was quite familiar. When Devon peeked around a corner to check out the action, she wasn't surprised at all to see Morgan nude and getting railed. But she was extremely shocked to see that it was Harris plowing his cock into her.

Devon knew all about Morgan's lucky charms and superstitious rituals, and she even knew about the fairly new tradition involving sex. Seeing Morgan getting fucked by a stranger, she was able to quickly put together the pieces and figure out what was happening. She still didn't understand why Morgan had chosen Harris of all people, but she thought she understood the purpose of what was happening. The other two girls, Macy and Stacy, were entirely stunned to see their captain and good friend being fucked by some nerd.

Devon, Macy, and Stacy stayed mostly hidden as they spied on Morgan and Harris, but they kept their heads poking out to watch the action. They were irresistibly drawn towards the incredibly sexy scene going on in the middle of the locker room. Morgan looked amazingly beautiful as she was pounded from behind, and the noises the two were making were intensely gratifying to listen to. In just a few short moments all three of the onlookers found themselves getting very aroused.

Their arousal kept increasing while they intently watched Harris's hands press into Morgan's body. He didn't have just power and strength in his grip, but also gentleness in his passion. He treated Morgan so softly, while still not lessening any of his fervent and urgent lust. The girls felt themselves longing for that sort of treatment, to be fucked like Harris was fucking Morgan.

The more intrigued and aroused the three watchers got, the more they leaned out from their hiding spot to get a closer look. Their attempt to get a better view eventually let Morgan spot them. At first, Morgan felt an intense shame and embarrassment when she noticed her friends and teammates were seeing her get fucked by some random nerd. But her humiliation quickly evaporated away. In its place Morgan felt a surge of a new pleasure, one that increased as she noticed how much lust was shining in her audience's eyes. Morgan had never had anyone watch her having sex before, but she found that it was thrilling beyond any expectation.

Loving that she was being seen, Morgan adjusted her position a little to give the watchers an even better look at her. She looked directly at Devon, and her eyes shone with so much carnal delight that her best friend knew just how much Morgan was enjoying it all. Morgan moaned louder, and grinned deviously at her teammates. She felt like she needed to put on a show, and make it the best show she could.

Devon grinned back at Morgan, amazed and delighted by her friend's display of sexual pleasure. Stacy and Macy both slowly lost their shock and began to watch more eagerly, drinking in the raw lust and passion that was pouring out of the two. The longer they watched, the more they saw Harris not just as a nerd, but as a source of incredible sexual desire.

The show was interrupted when Harris finally noticed the three girls watching them. It took him a second to realize what was happening when he saw their faces staring hard at Morgan and him, but when he did he jerked back away from Morgan. Fear rushed through his body, and he thought that his dream had turned into a nightmare.

"Fuck, oh shit. I didn't know... I mean, this isn't... God damn it." He blurted out, not knowing what to do with this scenario at all.

His fear and terror were alleviated when Morgan just laughed warmly and calmly stood back up. She gave Harris a comforting smile and gestured for him to come back next to her. Then, she turned and waved for her friends to come fully out of their hiding spot.

"Don't be worried big guy, they aren't going to spoil our fun." Morgan promised Harris with a soft giggle.

"Actually, I think it might be a lot better for us both now that they are here. I get to show off just how good I can take a huge dick to my friends, and you get to have three sexy girls see how well you can use your giant cock." Morgan suggested, grinning mischievously at Harris.

Harris was very intrigued by Morgan's words, but he was still a bit worried. All of his hesitation fled when Devon, Macy, and Stacy stepped out into the open however. Ever since he had pulled away from Morgan, all three of the girls had focused their eyes on his huge dick. As they walked closer, they were practically drooling while looking longingly at his cock. He even heard them whisper to each other, and their murmured words were full of awe and amazement about his dick. Being the focus of such horny stares and lustful words filled Harris with pride, and he suddenly felt far more comfortable about continuing where he had Morgan had left off.

Morgan giggled as she saw Harris puff up with confidence from the desire in her friends' stares. Taking his hand she pulled him closer to her and nestled into his side. She got up onto the tips of her toes and kissed his cheek while brushing her hand over his chest.

"But don't get any ideas about sharing your perfect cock with them, at least not very soon. Right now, I still need it all to myself. You have to empty your balls and pump a thick load into me before I'm done with you." Morgan whispered into his ear as she reached down and gently stroked his dick.

Harris didn't have time to come to terms with what Morgan had just told him before she lightly shoved him down onto the bench. He stared at her with wide eyes as she climbed into his lap. Morgan faced him and looked deeply into his eyes as she reached down and lined up his cock with her pussy. As she lowered her hips down, she rubbed her pussy back and forth against the head of length for a moment. Then she pressed herself down, impaling herself on his dick as she leaned forward to kiss him deeply.

They both shut their eyes as they kissed each other with passion and fervor. Morgan felt her veins course with fire as she started to bounce up and down on his cock. With her body pressed against his chest, their intense kiss, and the way his dick stretched out her pussy so wonderfully, it was the most erotic and intimate experience she could imagine. Deeper lusts blossomed inside her, and she found endless reserves of desire for Harris within her heart.

Totally consumed by the pleasure Morgan was giving him, Harris forgot about the three girls watching them for a second. But he was reminded when he heard them eagerly discussing what they were seeing. Morgan and he were still muffling their moans against each other's lips, so he could hear their words quite clear. They spoke with impressed respect at how Morgan was taking such a huge cock, and they openly wondered if they could take his dick. Their words dripped with longing and lust, which made his heart race all the faster.

Morgan was aroused by her friends' comments, especially when they talked about how sexy she looked bouncing up and down on his cock. That encouraged her to ride Harris even faster. Harris helped by putting his hands on her waist and lending some of his strength to her movements. Morgan appreciated that, but she wanted the feel of his fingers exploring her body even more. So he reached for one of his hands and put it on her chest.

"Touch me, don't stop touching me. Squeeze me, spank me, you can do anything. My whole body is yours, just please, please keep touching me." Morgan begged in a heavy whisper as she broke their kiss.

Harris quickly and happily obliged her, pressing his hand into her breasts and squeezing them. He let his hand also roam across her sides, and brushed it up and down her back. He teased his fingertips along her thigh and lightly held the back of her head when he leaned in for a brief but passionate kiss. His hand landed lightly on her ass a few times, spanking her playfully as she rode his cock. Harris loved every bit of her that he got to touch, and he loved even more how much Morgan was enjoying it.

With each of his touches Morgan let out a loud moan, though as she rode his cock her sighs of pleasure became more ragged and breathless. She covered Harris's cheeks and lips in kisses, and often craned her head down to plant her lips on his neck. In between her kisses, she looked back and gave her friends wide grins, displaying how good it was to bounce up and down on Harris's dick.

Devon, Stacy, and Macy all continued to watch the pair with rapt attention. They had snuck into the locker room mostly to check out the sounds that they had heard, but they also needed to change into their basketball uniforms. Despite this, the show they were being given was so good that they just kept staring intensely. They marveled at Morgan's sweet moans and Harris's hard grunts, as well as how sexy they two looked as they let their lusts take them over. Each of the three girls felt themselves get at least a little wet, and they all let themselves wonder if they should join in.

Morgan seemed far too possessive of Harris at the moment though, so none of them tried to join the two. And the longer Morgan rode his cock, the more connected and attached she felt to Harris. The pleasure he was giving her was amazing, the best sexual sensations she had ever felt, but she still wanted more. She needed to show Harris, and her friends, just how much of herself she was willing to give to him. He had fueled the fire that was raging inside her, and she had to show just how hotly it was burning.

Giving Harris one last intense and fervent kiss, Morgan pulled his hands off her. Then with one smooth and quick motion she turned around in his lap, keeping his cock fully inside her. She pressed her back against his chest, and rested her feet on his thighs. Reaching back she sought out his hands and then guided them under her knees.

"Lift me up, hold me in the air and fuck me. Use me like a fuck toy, and show those girls how strongly you can pound a good little slut like me." Morgan whispered as she turned her head to look at Harris.

Harris's mind was a little overwhelmed by what Morgan had asked him to do, but his body responded without delay. Getting a good footing, he held her legs tightly and lifted her up as he stood. Morgan looped an arm around his neck and leaned harder against his chest. She smiled wide and bright, giving Harris even more motivation to pour his strength into holding her up. The lust and passion burning inside him gave him so much excess power that it didn't even feel like a strain when he started to drive his hips up. In just a few moments he had started to fuck her hard and fast, pounding his cock into her.

Morgan's eyes went wide with delight as she was lifted up, and she grinned with enthusiastic joy. She held herself up as much as she could using one arm, wanting Harris to have as much strength as he could to fuck her with. And when he started to do so, she cried out in loud moans and sighs. The feeling of his cock slamming deep inside her was tremendous, and she loved how Harris basically had complete control over her body.

What Morgan enjoyed just as much as the thick cock stretching out her pussy was the reaction of her friends. Morgan's body was basically being presented to them, showing off what a slut she was for Harris in the most obvious and erotic way. Her tits bounced heavily with each of Harris's thrusts, and her pussy was fully visible as it was pounded by his huge dick. Morgan found herself thrilled by how exposed and revealed she was, and she loved being on display. Her joy was heightened by how intently her friends were staring at her, and she began to long for even more eyes to be watching her. She wished her whole team could be there, seeing her fucked like a sexual goddess.

"Yes! Yes! Keep fucking me, oh keep pounding my tight little pussy. Use me, fuck me, make me your good little girl, just keep thrusting that perfect cock into me!" Morgan moaned aloud.

Harris grunted hard and poured every ounce of energy into fucking Morgan as hard as he could. In return he received the most delicious and intense pleasure of his life. And the way Morgan's teammates were watching them provided even more motivation to give all the strength he had to maintaining his fast and powerful pace. He felt no nervousness despite how closely they were watching him. The lust in their eyes as they admired the show he and Morgan were putting on kept growing hotter and brighter. All three of the girls were insanely hot, and Harris happily welcomed their hunger towards him.

"Fuck yes. God you are so good, you feel so fucking amazing." Harris panted out into Morgan's ear in between hard grunts.

The pleasure inside Morgan grew and grew, becoming too large to resist. Morgan's senses were flooded with joy and delights, and her mind was overwhelmed by the onslaught of sexual sensation. She cried out with every breath as the pleasure built up past her limits. When it reached beyond her control, Morgan completely surrendered herself to the ecstasy and entered a state of pure bliss.

Her climax was huge and intense. Devon had seen Morgan cum dozens of times before, though they were all with toys or with her, but she never saw Morgan orgasm as hard as she did while she was lifted up in Harris's arms. Morgan screamed out in a breathless cry as her whole body trembled and shook. Her thighs quivered and her toes curled as the pleasure came crashing over her in waves. She pressed herself back even harder against Harris as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her pussy flooded with wetness, and some even squirted out around his cock.

Harris groaned in a rough and low voice as he felt Morgan cum. He slammed his cock deep inside her one last time and then held as tightly to her as he could. He grit his teeth as her pussy clenched like a vise around his dick, and he came extremely close to his limit as pleasure filled his senses.

Morgan slumped in Harris's hands once the climax died down. She muttered out a few incoherent words and shut her eyes. Harris didn't know what to do, but he kept her up in his arms for a few moments longer. Her body felt incredible to hold, and the way she just radiated extreme warmth as she leaned against his chest made him want to prolong the moment. But eventually he gingerly set Morgan down, laying her on her back on the nearby bench.

Not knowing what else to do, Devon and the two other girls clapped softly for Morgan and Harris. They had just been given the most lewd and fantastic show, and they felt like they needed to show their appreciation. Since Morgan was only slowly coming back to her senses, they grinned brightly at Harris, filling him with even more pride. Their eyes all noticed how hard he was, and each girl began to seriously toy with the idea of getting their hands on that magnificent cock.

Before any of them were able to give into that temptation, Morgan reclaimed her temporary ownership of the use of Harris and his cock. She weakly opened her eyes and looked up at Harris, pure adoration in her eyes as she beheld the guy who had given her the best orgasm of her life. She stared at him with unshakeable desire as she moved herself so that her head draped off the edge of the bench. She still laid on her back as she looked at Harris.

"Fuck my face." She commanded Harris, her voice strong and confident despite how she was still catching her breath.

"I still need to make you cum inside of me, but my pussy will be too sensitive for a few more minutes. So take that monster cock and shove it down my throat." She instructed before opening her mouth wide.

Even through all the passion and pleasure that had consumed Morgan, her conviction to complete her lucky ritual was still strong. She was determined to do whatever it took, so she freely offered Harris what she had never allowed her boyfriend to do. She was willing to let Harris fuck her face as roughly and as strongly as he wanted, and she couldn't deny that she wanted him to give her all that he could.

Harris was far past being able to get stunned by insane requests by this point, so he didn't even hesitate before being to do just what Morgan asked. Once he got up to her though, he couldn't resist doing something he had always wanted first. Taking a hold of his dick, he slapped it lightly against Morgan's outstretched tongue. Morgan giggled with delight, and she did even more as he rubbed it over her face. Then, crouching down a little, he guided his cock right to her lips. Morgan's eyes lit up with joy when he did so, which gave Harris even more motivation to continue. Grinning, he slid his dick through her lips and into her mouth.

The intense orgasm had been powerful enough that Morgan's body was forced to relax, which helped her greatly in taking the thick cock down her throat. It felt far easier to fit his inches through her lips than it had been earlier, and Morgan happily took every inch he gave her. She was thrilled when Harris thrust nearly his whole length down her throat. Reaching up she put her hands on his hips and made him thrust a little deeper. When his balls slapped against her face and her lips found the base of his length, she felt a surge of victorious pride.

Harris felt an intense joy at the same time, and he groaned out loud and clear. He rocked his hips back and then thrust down her throat again, establishing a slow but steady rhythm. Since Morgan had forced him to make her take his whole length already, Harris didn't shy away from continuing to press his entire cock down her throat. And as he drove his dick through her lips he took full advantage of her body, which was laid out perfectly for him. He teased his fingers around her nipples and brushed them down her sides. He felt like he was in heaven with so much lewd joy and pleasure available to him.

And the joys didn't just come from Morgan. As they watched their friend get her face fucked nice and hard, Devon, Macy, and Stacy all started to strip out of their street clothes so that they could change into their basketball uniforms. At least, that's what they eventually meant to do, but for the moment they entertained themselves by teasing Harris as they slowly and seductively undressed each other. None of them took off any underwear, but the show they were providing for Harris was still enticing enough that he needed to trade glances in between Morgan and them.

Once they were done to their underwear, Morgan's teammates didn't rush to put on their basketball uniforms. Instead, they continued to try and gain Harris's attention by touching each other, kissing one another, and toying with the edges of their bras and panties. Devon came dangerously close to letting a nipple slip out several times, and she kept her own gaze focused hungrily on Harris's cock.

Morgan was loving the way her throat was being fucked, and she deeply enjoyed each low groan Harris was giving her. They were far better rewards than she required to continue letting Harris drive his cock through her lips. She was rewarded even further when Harris brushed a hand down her body and reached in between her legs. When he started to tease his fingers against her pussy a shiver of pure pleasure ran up her spine, and when he began to finger her she moaned out deeply.

Her moan was muffled against his cock, and feeling its vibration sent a jolt of delight up Harris's spine. He fingered her a little faster, wanting to give her as much pleasure back as he could. With each strong thrust down her throat that made his balls slap against her face he was being filled with carnal delight.

"Damn it, oh fuck. You're so fucking good Morgan. Oh god you are amazing." Harris moaned aloud.

His fingers were delighting Morgan as they rubbed her, but she wanted something far thicker and far longer filling her pussy. She had recovered enough from her intense orgasm that she felt ready to take his cock again. Morgan tapped on his thigh, trying to signal Harris.

When Harris felt the taps he immediately pulled his dick out of Morgan's mouth. She coughed a little when it was free, and she spat out a bit of excess saliva. But she also grinned with fierce devotion and lust at Harris, and she quickly turned over on the bench. She scrambled onto her hands and knees and then turned around. Her ass was lifted up high as she looked over her shoulder at him.

"Come on big guy, I still need you to empty your balls into me. We're running out of time, so fuck me as hard and as fast as you can, I need your hot load of cum inside me already." Morgan pleaded, looking at Harris with wide earnest eyes.

Harris didn't need any further encouragement, but Morgan's friends still gave it to him. They all started to urge him to fuck Morgan, telling him just how badly they wanted to see him fill her up with thick loads of jizz. And they all stepped close to him and reached out. Grabbing various parts of his body, they shoved him right behind Morgan. Devon even took his cock and lined it up against Morgan's pussy.

Grinning like a fool, Harris winked playfully at Devon. Devon winked seductively back before taking a step away so she could watch what was about to happen. Macy and Stacy drew away as well, leaving room for Harris to pound Morgan as hard as she could. And as Morgan looked back with her blue eyes wide and full of expectation, he thrust strongly into her.

Morgan let out a gasp as she was filled up again. She felt like a missing piece of her soul had been put back into place as her pussy was stretched by the huge cock. And when Haris quickly started to thrust hard and quick into her, she moaned loud and high from the pleasure that flooded her senses.

She thought it couldn't get any better, but Morgan was pleasantly surprised by a few more gifts Harris had in store for her. First, he raised his hand and gave her ass a firm spank. Morgan let out another gasp, but she grinned with passion back at him. She had loved the feeling, and her eyes practically begged for more of it. Harris gave it to her, spanking her juicy butt a few more times in between strong thrusts. Each time Morgan moaned more heavily, and shudders of pleasure ran up her spine.

Spanks weren't the only thing Harris wanted to do with her. He also moved his hand up her arched back and grabbed her braided hair. Gripping them tightly, he yanked back a little. Morgan immediately let out a sigh of pure delight. She loved how completely Harris was taking control of her, and how much he was making her his. She wanted to give all of herself to him. And she needed her friends to watch as she was used so thoroughly by Harris. The joy he was giving her was so great, that it nearly completely overshadowed the purpose she had brought him into the locker room for. But since he was bound to fulfill that purpose anyway, Morgan didn't care a bit.

"Fuck yes! Oh hell yes! Fuck my tight little pussy. Use me like a whore. Just keep fucking me. Pound that big cock into me, stretch me out so that only you can make me feel good. God, you're the best thing I've ever had." Morgan cried out, barely getting two words out together in between needing to gasp out in pleasure.

Harris was groaning just as loudly and fiercely as Morgan. He was tapping into every bit of strength and power that he had, trying to fuck her just as hard as she wanted him to. He slammed his hips into her ass, driving his cock as deep as it could go into her tight pussy. Pulling back on her hair with one hand he clenched the other around one of her breasts. Letting go of her bouncing tit, he gripped her waist tightly for a few moments before grabbing a hold of her shoulder. His red handprints were all over her body, and Morgan seemed to cry with more pleasure each place he strongly touched.

The way he was a bit more rough with Morgan deeply thrilled the girls watching them. They waved with envious desire as she was fucked like a sex toy, and they imagined themselves being used just as hard by Harris. Devon, Stacy, and Macy all looked at Harris with desperate longing, and they gazed at Morgan with awed lust. Harris was amazed by how good it felt to be watched, and he fed off their obvious enjoyment.

The force and power of his thrusts were too much to sustain forever, and the pleasure that came flowing into Harris couldn't be ignored for long. Soon, he felt himself approach his edge. Gritting his teeth, he kept up his frantic pace, wanting to continue fucking Morgan as hard as he could for as long as he could.

"God damn it, oh you're so fucking good. I'm going to... Oh fuck, I'm going to cum." He grunted out in a rough and ragged voice.

Grabbing Morgan's waist with both hands, Harris pulled her back as he slammed his hips forward one last time. His cock was driven fully inside Morgan as he reached the pinnacle of his pleasure. He called out in a loud and low voice as he started to cum inside her, shooting thick loads of his jizz deep into her pussy.

"Yes! Yes! Cum for me, fill my pussy. Yes!" Morgan screamed out, her voice filled with ecstasy.

His cock pulsed and throbbed as it unleashed more and more cum inside her, and Morgan moaned with each hot load. She felt like she was being filled with warmth and joy, and the pleasure was so good that she started to cum with Harris. The orgasm was far less intense than the first, but it was still divine and blissful. Her pussy squeezed his length, milking it for every drop she could get. She pressed her hips back, not wanting Harris to remove his dick till his balls were fully empty.

When his climax died down, Harris felt drained in more ways than one. He gasped for breath, and his body ached with strain and fatigue. He had poured everything he had into fucking Morgan, and though he had been rewarded generously for that effort, he still felt the cost. As he caught his breath he saw Morgan smiling victoriously at him, her eyes shining with adoration and devotion.

Grinning back at her, he gave her ass one last soft spank and slipped his cock out of her. Morgan sighed, already missing the feeling of the dick filling her. Though she was still left with plenty of hot cum inside her, and that felt amazing all on its own. Harris had given her enough cum that it quickly started to leak out of her, dripping down her thighs. Morgan didn't care about that though, since her lucky ritual had been completed the moment Harris had jizzed inside her.

Standing up slightly weakly, Morgan ran her hands down her sweaty body. Harris stood with amazement in his eyes, looking at her with just as much honest desire as he had when he had first seen her nude. This made Morgan giggle, and she felt even more connected and drawn towards him. That made it quite hard to do what she needed to do next. Coming up to Harris, she placed a hand on his cheek and looked softly into his eyes.

"That was amazing, big man. Really, it was better than I thought was possible. But now you've got to go." Morgan told him, letting out a sigh.

"I've got to get ready for the game. I'd invite you to share a shower with me, but honestly I don't think I could keep my hands off you if we did that, and we don't have time for a round two." Morgan said with a smirk.

"And anyways, the rest of the team will be here soon, and I'm pretty sure you shouldn't be here when that happens. If all the girls seen what a perfect cock you have, I'd guess that a fight might break out to see who gets to fuck you next." Morgan added, devious mischief shining in her eyes.

"So go on and get out of here, we've got a game to play. But just know, if this works well enough for us to win the game, then I'm going to have to use you before every game. Hell, even if it doesn't work, I think I need another turn with that cock. And maybe, next time we can let my friends join in." Morgan whispered as she gave his cock one last teasing touch.

With those tantalizing promises, Morgan then playfully shoved Harris away. He laughed warmly, smiling wide at Morgan as he scrambled to gather his clothes and put them on. Morgan blew him a kiss and gave him a suggestive wink as he dressed and then moved towards the door. Devon and the other girls gave him blown kisses as well, and made him promise to say hi after the game.

Harris left just in time, since as soon as he left several more girls from the team arrived in the locker room. They didn't comment on why Morgan was sweaty and nude, but they did eye the cum dribbling down her thighs with some curiosity. But they just chuckled to themselves when they saw Morgan wipe off the jizz and then lick it off her fingers.

When Morgan finished getting ready, she left the locker room with the sweet taste of Harris's cum still on her lips. Plenty more had leaked out of her, and she had brought every drop she could to her lips. As she headed to the gym, she ran into her boyfriend. He was still half drunk, but one of his sober friends had finally gotten him sensible enough to bring to the game. Her boyfriend asked if she needed his help with her final ritual, but Morgan told him that it would be okay. Leaning up, she gave him a soft kiss on the lips before walking away, leaving him to wonder why there was such a salty taste on her lips.

Harris got cleaned up in plenty of time to finish setting up before the rest of the pep band arrived. When his friends came, they mentioned that he looked way happier than usual, but Harris didn't say a thing about why. His good mood only increased once the game started. He watched with far more interest than he normally did. He was rewarded as Morgan frequently gave him smoldering looks still full of lustful desire.

But what was even better was how fantastically Morgan played. She scored enough by herself to beat the rival team, and the match wasn't even close. He had pieced together that Morgan had used him for some tradition or lucky ritual, and that she wanted him to fuck her in order to play better. And now that she had played the best game of her life, he was confident that he'd be helping her quite often in the future.

As he saw the final scoreboard, Harris knew that he was the luckiest man alive. And the way Morgan flirtatiously waved for him to join her as the team celebrated their victory down on the court only confirmed that. The fact that several other girls on the team also smiled seductively at him made Harris feel like he had just turned his life into a fantasy.