They meet a little past lunch in the usual place: a grassy island in the middle of the faculty parking lot. The spot is wide open, visible from anywhere else in the lot, but at this time of day it's also deserted.
She drops to her hands and knees as soon as she sees him, and he smirks, rolling his eyes. She never likes to look the guys in the face, he's noticed. A ridiculous conceit, considering. But it's not a bad view from this side either, and he sinks to his knees, lifting up her skirt and tossing it up over her back.
Her rear end is bare underneath, and she shivers slightly as it's exposed to the breeze. He reaches a thick-fingered hand between her legs to find that she is already dripping wet, the inside of her thighs positively soaked with her own juices and more.
"Naughty girl," he hmphs, "how long have you been doing this already today, huh? You musta missed a lot of classes to be this used." He sticks his fingers abruptly into her, not one at a time but four fingers at once, sliding his hand in up to the ball of his thumb. She groans slightly and squirms at the abruptness, but it is a comfortable rather than tight fit.
"Jeeze, what a slut," he laughs, and begins a series of sharp, jabbing thrusts with his hand, ones that rock her forward, pushing her knees down into the soft grass. He tires of this quickly, however, eager to get into her. With his spare hand he unzips his fly, pushing his boxers down enough to free his erection and pulling it out into the open air. He yanks his hand out of her and uses it to guide his cock inside.
She lets out a soft little "mmm," sound as he enters her. It is hot inside her, and soaking wet, but not particularly tight. He huffs, thrusting sharply into her, hoping to work up a little friction. "Clench on me, bitch," he mutters, and feels her attempt to do so. It makes it a little better, but it's still not as tight as he could wish.
With his wet hand, he reaches up above the point of penetration and nudges a finger at her little pink asshole. She gasps at the contact and shakes her head savagely, but he ignores her and slips one slick finger inside. She yelps a sharp protest at the intrusion, but he slams his hips forward angrily. "Bitches shouldn't complain," he growls at her. She whimpers in response.
With his first finger poked into her ass, he begins to slide in the second, moving them in and out in time to his own thrusts. Her pussy isn't doing much for him, and he uses his free hand to try to push her thighs together, to tighten up the friction. It's not particularly effective. "Fine," he growls, and pulls his fingers out of her ass. Reaching down, he shoves both his thumbs into her pussy alongside his cock, pulling her open as he thrusts and coating the digits with her prodigious wetness. He stays like this only long enough for his thumbs to be slicked before yanking them out again and plunging them both into her anus. She yelps once more as his continued thrusts are masked by the intrusion of his fingers into her asshole, his thumbs pulling towards opposite sides, spreading her open.
In one fluid motion he yanks himself out of her vagina and shoves his soaking dick into her ass. She cries out in earnest as his hands, now freed, take their place on her hips, slamming her back to meet his thrusts. This now is tight; not as wet, but much tighter and just as hot. He settles into a steady pace, ramming into her asshole with a feeling of smug pleasure.
"Guess they haven't gotten to you here yet, huh?" he says with a smirk. One of his hands goes back down to her vagina, four fingers returning to feel around its inside. "I mean, down here, down here you could fit a freakin' football." He grins. "Is that what they do, huh? When the football team fuckin' gang-fucks ya? Do they shove a fuckin' football into your cunt, while you suck them off?"
He pulls his hand out of her slightly, aligns his thumb, and then slides it back in, popping in his entire hand up to the wrist. She makes no cry this time, but he can hear an incoherent gasping sound from her, as though she can barely breathe through the sensation.
"Maybe I should tell the captain about your sweet little ass," he continues. "Maybe he'd want to fuck you back here, while the team shoves their ball up your cunt for good luck. Or maybe you just wanna take all of them in your cunt? Maybe that's why you're so loose, huh? You take three of them up your fucking cunt at the same time?"
He moves his hand back and forth inside her, wracked by pleasure as he continues to thrust into her anus. "Oh man, I can feel it," he says. "I can feel my fucking hand in your cunt. Haha. Oh God. I could totally whack myself off like this, right through you. What do you think of that?"
Even as he says it, he begins to do so. The thrusts of his cock become minimal, pulling out less than an inch before slamming forward again. Meanwhile, his hand moves back and forth vigorously as he slides it up and down the length of his cock outlined through the thin wall of flesh. He can feel the uncontrolled, spasmodic twitching of her inner muscles around his wrist as she struggles to accommodate him.
"Oh jeeze," he mutters. "Oh fuck, yeah. I'm gonna fuckin' jack off into your ass. How do you like that, huh? You're such a loose fuckin' slut that I've gotta fuckin' rub one out even while I'm balls-deep in your ass. Oh shit, oh shit-"
So saying, he rams forward, hilt-deep inside her, his fingers twitching around his own organ, and comes, hard.
"Oh fuck," he mutters as he slowly comes back from the daze of orgasm. He yanks his hand out of her, eliciting a slight whimper. "Fuck, that was good, Bitch. Man, I don't want you to get all stretched out, but this shit is too good not to share. Fuck, I'm telling the whole fucking team about your nice, tight little ass, and then I'm gonna come to their practice tonight and watch 'em all fuck you. Maybe let you suck me off too, huh, slut?"
She makes no reply, collapsed and breathing hard on the grass. He smiles, putting himself away and zipping back up. He turns and leaves her lying there without so much as a backward glance, mind already on the future.