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25 Temmuz 2022, 01:45
Birte
As I walk into the locker room, knowing that all these girls have to follow my commands, being head cheerleader and all, because if they don't the punishment was severe, I take a look around. I can feel a gentle tingling beginning as I watch the rest of the squad playing around as they changed into their uniforms. I change into my slightly modified uniform. It took some convincing to get the family tailor to cut the neckline into a deeper V and raise the hem line to just above my mid-thigh. As for the hole I had added to my spankies, well that was done by a very special tailor that I found. After all a girl never knows when a desire will come to her and my boyfriend sure wasn't complaining about it.
By the time I step out of the area I normally change in the rest of the girls are standing about in a small area. When I stop in front of them I give my usual speech about how it doesn't matter what happens in the game we are here to "bring the pep". I'm not really feeling the speech this time around, what I really want is the normal plan for afterwards.
I can see the new girl standing slightly apart from the rest of the girls, probably not the brightest idea she's ever had as it is having the opposite effect she was probably hoping for. I can also see some of my seasoned girls getting antsy and I barely get the ending of my speech out before they are pouncing on each other. A smile slowly creeps over my lips as I watch the new girl's eyes grow wide in shock. It's a squad rule that no one is to speak about what happens in the locker rooms, mainly because I love to watch the shock come over the newbies. After all what better way is there to start a game off than with a little excitement and intrigue.
"You Newbie come here," I purr as I hold out my hand. For a moment she hesitates as shock and desire play in her ice blue eyes. She stands about an inch taller then me at 5'5", not something I was really thrilled about, but her straight strawberry blonde hair just kept begging me to pull it during her tryouts, specially when she slid so easily into the splits requirement that this squad demands. Standing here waiting now I can't bring myself to regret taking her on, specially with those perfect 36C breasts that just seem to defy gravity.
When she finally walks over to me and takes my hand I pull her in close to me and slide my hand across her shoulders as I pull her soft luscious pink lips towards mine. I can feel her hesitation as I gently nip at her bottom lip.
"Don't be afraid of me" I breath the words across her lips as I pull her back in. This time she responds to my kisses and I slowly start to maneuver her backwards until she is pressed up against the wall. I can hear the other girls moaning growing louder and I know that they are no longer just making out, but that is fine because I intend to have a little fun of my own. I slowly slide my hands down her arms before taking hold of her wrists and pinning them above her head. She gasps softly at the sudden motion, but she doesn't resist me, if anything she becomes more enthusiastic in her kisses and her hips arch towards me. I giggle softly as I hold her wrists in one hand and drag my fingertips down along the rise of her breast. She shivers against me when I gently pinch her nipple through the uniform top, but I don't stop there. My fingers slide further down and dance along the top before dipping lower to raise the hem of her skirt. I can feel her heat even before I cup her mound and to my surprise I feel moisture soaking into her spankies. I press against her clit through her spankies and give a firm rub before I pull away from her. She gives a soft moan and tries to follow me, but I press her back gently as I turn towards the rest of the girls.
From where I stand I can see several girls laying on benches or pressed up against the walls around the locker room. Each pair is panting as their fingers work inside the sexes of their partners. I breath deeply as I watch them for a moment and I know the janitor is going to have a hardon when he comes in to clean from the scent of sex my squad is leaving behind. I'm not certain how long we have all been going at it, but a glance at the clock tells me it's time to end it.
"Alright ladies, time to go to work." I have to almost yell for all the girls to hear me over the sounds of their playing, but they all hear me and with groans of disappointment, which tells me they are all left wanting, they climb off of each other. As I watch them adjusting their uniforms before grabbing their pom poms and heading out the door a smile slides over my lips. I turn towards the mirror that was hung just next to the door and apply my dark green lipstick. I take a moment to admire my reflection.
"Win or lose, tonight is going to be fun!" With those words I grab my pom poms and walk out onto the field giggling to myself.
Enar
Steam filled the locker room as I sat there on a bench. I was partially ready with my lower pads already in place and my pants pulled on. I always arrive at the locker room before the rest of the team so that I could take a warm shower in peace, particularly if the school day had been stressful. The rest of the guys have bahis şirketleri (http://www.hemeteam.com/) their own ways of relaxing before a game and I can't help but shake my head as I watch two of the linebackers torment the kicker just inside of the shower area. I always felt that the guys were too rowdy before a game. They were constantly fighting each other, beating on the lockers or the walls while shouting at each other, and I couldn't help but think that it did nothing but wear themselves out before the game.
Silently, I pull out my phone and headphones so that I can listen to some rock music that always helps to get me pumped before a game and I let my eyes roam the room. Around me there are guys in various shades of dressed and for some reason there are two guys over in a corner waving their dicks at each other like swords. As I sit there staring in confusion and mild disgust I feel one of the ear buds being yanked from my ear.
"What gay shit are you listening to?" I hear the question more as a demand as I turn to see the first string quarterback holding the bud in his hand. I glare silently at him as he raises it to his own and a smirk crosses my lips as I watch him drop the ear bud to rub at his now abused eardrum. I couldn't help blasting the music to full volume right as he got it close enough. The whole team knows better than to fuck with me during my pre game rituals, but this new guy just didn't seem to be getting it. He had been pushing me for the last two months and frankly I was starting to consider letting the other team just sack his ass till he couldn't play anymore, but I knew that wouldn't fly. As annoying as this bastard was he was damn good at his position and it would only be a matter of time before he did something stupid that I could use as an excuse for payback while we were off the field.
"If I were you, I would be less worried about what gay shit I'm listening to and more worried about the rest of your team who appear to be content doing gay shit." The words came out quietly as I continued to glare at him, but at the last part I pointedly looked towards the two guys who were still sword fighting with their dicks over in the corner. I could hear the snarl the quarterback gave as he moved away from me and started yelling at everyone else to get ready for the game. I simply shrugged and put my earbud back in as I finished getting ready for the game, but I couldn't keep my mind from wandering.
The image of my girlfriend kept floating up into my minds eye and the little mischievous smile that she had given me at lunch when she told me she was planning something special for after the game tonight. I knew how her little wicked mind tended to work, but this time I couldn't quite put my finger on this one. She had told me that she would need me to back her and that I would know the time to step up and protect her, but what could she be planning that would require me to fight.
"Damn, why can't I figure it out?" I muttered the question, which awarded me with a weird look from my childhood buddy who was standing next to me. I just looked at him and shrugged as I pulled out my earbuds and slipped my jersey and grabbed my helmet.
It was game time and I was ready to knock a few guys out. If for nothing else than the frustration of trying to figure out my girls mind and the constant annoyance the quarterback felt he should inflict upon the whole team.
Birte
"This is just sad," I mumbled for the thousandth time as I watched yet again the quarterback make a bad call that cost the team ground. The game had been dragging on and frankly I wasn't even sure the crowd could even hear us over the amount of screaming they were doing. At the rate the game was going down hill the only thing I could think was that this was simply just practice for our competitions in the summer months because there was no amount of cheerleader perk that was going to save the moral of this game.
As I shook my head and stared out over the field, I couldn't help but to locate number thirteen. Fully padded he was of an intimidating size, but what most people didn't realize is that he was intimidating without the gear as well. He obviously had a few inches on even the quarterback, which put thirteen at a height of 6'1'' and what the padding hid from view was the fact that his shoulders were broad and strong.
"Remembering that time Enar picked you up and pinned you to the wall?" The question floated to me on a whisper from my co-captain and my best friend since we were small girls in pigtails.
"If you are referring to that night I chose him over the quarter back then the answer would be yes. After all nothing sways a girls mind quite like being fucked against a wall with her feet dangling above the ground in a room full of people." I turned to her and smiled as the memories flooded over the both of us. She of course had been there and had delivered the final blow to the quarterback that he would never have me. I could remember her giggling as the quarterback just stood there watching Enar pound into me and my moaning had managed to start an orge right there in the living room.
"Do you think he will ever let that incident go?" She smiled back at me as she asked the question bahis firmaları (http://www.hemeteam.com/) and I didn't even need to answer her as I just rolled my eyes and turned back towards the field. The game had about five minutes left and most of the crowd was already starting to leave, the only ones really left were the die hards and the creepy old men who sat front row to simply stare at the girls.
"Well, this is a lose. Get the girls in the locker room and prepare them. Our jobs aren't over until the teams moral is back where it should be." I gave her the order and watched as she started calling the squad to follow her. Once they were gone I stood a little longer and watched till the end of the game. With a sigh and a shake of my head I started walking towards the entrance to the locker rooms and waited there.
Enar
The game was lost, 0-1, all the players including me were pissed. The refs were making crap calls all game, but the last one which gave them the point was beyond bogus and we all knew it. But nothing could be done, if any of us had started fighting it the ref would have only made things worse, hard ass bastard. So instead, we head back to the locker room, pissed as all hell and some of the players started throwing blame at each other, which only succeeded in starting a fight amongst the group.
" HEY KNOCK IT OFF OR I'LL THROW A PUNCH," I roared as they started to shove each other and a few fists were raised. It took a moment of the main two looking between each other and myself before they simply gave it up and separated. They all know I'm not the greatest player on the team, but when it came to a fight I was beyond their skill levels, which I had no problem proving since I had fought most of the guys on the team. The only exception was the new quarterback and he was making sure to keep his mouthy self at a distance from me.
As we neared the entrance to the locker room, I see my girlfriend Birte standing outside, a sad and annoyed look on her face. I can hear a few of the guys start whispering about her, the usual comments, and I can't help the sense of pride I feel knowing that she had chosen me. Even though everyone on the team knows we are an item, no one likes it because it goes against the stereotype. The quarterback especially hates seeing us together, especially after that party where we very publicly made it clear that Birte was mine. Everyone stopped and stared as you blew past the QB, not even glancing his way, and leap into my arms, pressing your lips against mine as I catch you. A few moments later I slide you down my front, feeling my dick pressing against my cup and causing me some pain.
"Sorry about the game," your soft voice reaches my ears as you turn towards the rest of the football team. They are all still standing there, staring at you, and I can see Jason standing off to the side glaring at me.
" Fuck it! It was a bogus call!" Everyone starts speaking at the same time in an attempt to get your attention, but not one of them really dares to step towards you while I'm standing directly behind you. They all remember the last few times someone tried to hit on you and honestly only one of those incidents didn't end in blood shed, but then again perhaps it would have been better if it had.
"Well, I think we have a way to cheer everyone up!" I can hear the excitement in your voice and suddenly I realize that this is what you had hinted at earlier in the day. With your soft hand in mine I let you lead me past the guys and into the hallway outside the locker room doors, where you stop and turn to look at the rest of the team.
"Now before we enter I have one rule everyone must follow. My girls are in charge! If you don't like it you can leave right now," your voice carries that finality I have come to recognize and I know that you won't accept any arguments. However, not everyone here knows my tiny girl like I do and I hear laughter coming from someone. As I turn I'm not that shocked to see that it is Jason laughing as he steps past the guys to stand directly in front of you.
"No one tells me what to do," the words leave Jason's lips before anyone can stop him and as he tries to shove past, your hand shoots out and grabs the front of his chest plate. You pull him towards you while placing your foot between his legs. I watch as you flip him over your hip and slam him into the ground. The sound of his landing is quite satisfying for me to hear and the surprised look on his face is simply priceless.
"Like I said, if you don't follow my rule you don't go in," you growl as you place your foot against his neck and gently press down. I know you have him at your mercy and you could easily cause serious damage to him if you desired, but I also know you are only doing it to make a point.
"LET ME UP YOU BITCH! BOYS GET HER OFF ME!" I slip in behind you as four of the guys move to pull you off their star player, but the moment they catch sight of me they back off.
"Come on, take one step closer. I have some anger to get out and your faces look like the perfect place." I don't even have to raise my fists as I glare at the guys. Sadly, none of them move a single inch and I don't budge until I hear movement kaçak bahis siteleri (http://www.hemeteam.com/) behind me. When I turn and look Jason is pulling himself off of the floor and scrambles past both of us back towards the safety of the group. He pauses for a moment and I can tell he's contemplating something stupid and part of me wishes he would so I would have a reason to knock him down a few pegs, but instead he turns and leaves with the four guys that had tried to interfere. We all watch as they turn the corner and head towards the parking lot.
"His loss," you sing as you turn back to the group. "Now anyone else have a problem with the rule?" You stand directly in front of the door as you wait a minute for a response.
When no one says anything, you smile and turn towards the door to slowly open it.
When we enter the locker room, you tell us to strip down and head to the shower. A little confused, they hesitate, until I see you wink at me with a sly smile on your lips. With a shrug, I strip down and head for the showers, which are already running. It seems a little weird, but I trust you so I continue walking in. Then I hear it, giggling and soft moaning coming from within the steam. As I turn the corner, I see a beautiful site, all the cheerleaders naked and wet under the water.
I stand there slowing looking around at the girls. Some of them are playing under the warm spray, but others are playing with each other. One scene in particular catches my eye and I can't help but to stand there staring. Birte's best friend is kneeling above the new member and it is clear from where I stand that she is devouring the poor girls pussy. I can see her squirming beneath, but what really has my attention is the fact that I can see Clara's pussy. The new girl has it spread wide open and her fingers are slowing thrusting into Clara as the new girls tongue slowly circles her clit.
I'm not sure how long I stood there watching as the girls gave each other pleasure, but I become aware of your presence when I feel your breasts pressing up against my back and your hands slide around my hips. I don't need to turn around to know that the guys followed you into the shower. The chance to watch you strip would have been too great for them to resist, especially since I left you alone with them and I know you wouldn't have been able to help giving them a small strip tease. Something I was sure I would have to handle later as chances were that one of them would have recorded it for later use.
"I thought you all could use some cheering up after the game." As you talk your hands glide over my body, one turns my head to face you bringing my lips down for a kiss. The other reaches lower, your nails lightly scraping along my member, making it grow. I groan against your lips as I press my tongue against yours. As I grow to my full ten inches from your soft touches I can hear a few of the girls gasp. None of them have ever seen my member, let alone seen it at its full glory, which seems to be what you intended since you left my front facing them.
As you continue to stroke my hard dick I can hear the other guys finally moving past us towards the giggling harem of wet and ready ladies. I can hear your co-captain explaining that the numbers were a little off so people would have to share, but I could care less about what the others were doing. I was completely focused on the pleasure that I was feeling at your hands. I didn't even register that the new girl had crawled over to us and was kneeling before me with her eyes fixated on my dick. It wasn't until I felt her lips wrap around the head of my penis that I jerked back from you and stared down at her, slightly in shock. At the sound of your giggle though I looked back at you and you simply just smiled down at her as you knelt beside her.
"That's it. Nice and slow. Bring your hands up and wrap them around the base. He loves when you jerk him and suck him at the same time." Your voice is soft as you guide the new girl to do the things you know I can't resist. When you instruct her to wiggle her tongue against the underside of my dick just below the head I reach out and take a handful of her hair.
"Does that feel good?" You're soft whisper startles me a moment as I realize you cooing directly into my ear. "She's a good little slut isn't she? I think we may even be able to break her in together. After all I can't feed her to these wolves just yet. My poor little virgin would never survive the onslaught of all these dicks just pounding into her soft subtle flesh. No I think her defilement should be taken care of by a man who knows what he is doing. A man who knows just how wet he needs to make a girl so that when he slams his big cock into her tight crevice he doesn't cause her pain." I groaned as my hips started to jerk into the poor girls mouth. Birte knew exactly what she was doing to me and I could see in her eyes she was enjoying every second of it. Her eyes were ablaze as she watched the girls head bounce on my dick and my hands flexing in her hair. I watch as you gently bite your lower lip and your eyes glide back up to mine. I lean towards you and you press your lips against mine. You're so caught up in our kiss that you don't even notice that I have removed one of my hands from the girl sucking my dick and slipped it between your legs. It isn't until I forcefully jam three of my fingers all the way into your dripping snatch and you jerk away from me in surprise that you realize your mistake.
As I walk into the locker room, knowing that all these girls have to follow my commands, being head cheerleader and all, because if they don't the punishment was severe, I take a look around. I can feel a gentle tingling beginning as I watch the rest of the squad playing around as they changed into their uniforms. I change into my slightly modified uniform. It took some convincing to get the family tailor to cut the neckline into a deeper V and raise the hem line to just above my mid-thigh. As for the hole I had added to my spankies, well that was done by a very special tailor that I found. After all a girl never knows when a desire will come to her and my boyfriend sure wasn't complaining about it.
By the time I step out of the area I normally change in the rest of the girls are standing about in a small area. When I stop in front of them I give my usual speech about how it doesn't matter what happens in the game we are here to "bring the pep". I'm not really feeling the speech this time around, what I really want is the normal plan for afterwards.
I can see the new girl standing slightly apart from the rest of the girls, probably not the brightest idea she's ever had as it is having the opposite effect she was probably hoping for. I can also see some of my seasoned girls getting antsy and I barely get the ending of my speech out before they are pouncing on each other. A smile slowly creeps over my lips as I watch the new girl's eyes grow wide in shock. It's a squad rule that no one is to speak about what happens in the locker rooms, mainly because I love to watch the shock come over the newbies. After all what better way is there to start a game off than with a little excitement and intrigue.
"You Newbie come here," I purr as I hold out my hand. For a moment she hesitates as shock and desire play in her ice blue eyes. She stands about an inch taller then me at 5'5", not something I was really thrilled about, but her straight strawberry blonde hair just kept begging me to pull it during her tryouts, specially when she slid so easily into the splits requirement that this squad demands. Standing here waiting now I can't bring myself to regret taking her on, specially with those perfect 36C breasts that just seem to defy gravity.
When she finally walks over to me and takes my hand I pull her in close to me and slide my hand across her shoulders as I pull her soft luscious pink lips towards mine. I can feel her hesitation as I gently nip at her bottom lip.
"Don't be afraid of me" I breath the words across her lips as I pull her back in. This time she responds to my kisses and I slowly start to maneuver her backwards until she is pressed up against the wall. I can hear the other girls moaning growing louder and I know that they are no longer just making out, but that is fine because I intend to have a little fun of my own. I slowly slide my hands down her arms before taking hold of her wrists and pinning them above her head. She gasps softly at the sudden motion, but she doesn't resist me, if anything she becomes more enthusiastic in her kisses and her hips arch towards me. I giggle softly as I hold her wrists in one hand and drag my fingertips down along the rise of her breast. She shivers against me when I gently pinch her nipple through the uniform top, but I don't stop there. My fingers slide further down and dance along the top before dipping lower to raise the hem of her skirt. I can feel her heat even before I cup her mound and to my surprise I feel moisture soaking into her spankies. I press against her clit through her spankies and give a firm rub before I pull away from her. She gives a soft moan and tries to follow me, but I press her back gently as I turn towards the rest of the girls.
From where I stand I can see several girls laying on benches or pressed up against the walls around the locker room. Each pair is panting as their fingers work inside the sexes of their partners. I breath deeply as I watch them for a moment and I know the janitor is going to have a hardon when he comes in to clean from the scent of sex my squad is leaving behind. I'm not certain how long we have all been going at it, but a glance at the clock tells me it's time to end it.
"Alright ladies, time to go to work." I have to almost yell for all the girls to hear me over the sounds of their playing, but they all hear me and with groans of disappointment, which tells me they are all left wanting, they climb off of each other. As I watch them adjusting their uniforms before grabbing their pom poms and heading out the door a smile slides over my lips. I turn towards the mirror that was hung just next to the door and apply my dark green lipstick. I take a moment to admire my reflection.
"Win or lose, tonight is going to be fun!" With those words I grab my pom poms and walk out onto the field giggling to myself.
Enar
Steam filled the locker room as I sat there on a bench. I was partially ready with my lower pads already in place and my pants pulled on. I always arrive at the locker room before the rest of the team so that I could take a warm shower in peace, particularly if the school day had been stressful. The rest of the guys have bahis şirketleri (http://www.hemeteam.com/) their own ways of relaxing before a game and I can't help but shake my head as I watch two of the linebackers torment the kicker just inside of the shower area. I always felt that the guys were too rowdy before a game. They were constantly fighting each other, beating on the lockers or the walls while shouting at each other, and I couldn't help but think that it did nothing but wear themselves out before the game.
Silently, I pull out my phone and headphones so that I can listen to some rock music that always helps to get me pumped before a game and I let my eyes roam the room. Around me there are guys in various shades of dressed and for some reason there are two guys over in a corner waving their dicks at each other like swords. As I sit there staring in confusion and mild disgust I feel one of the ear buds being yanked from my ear.
"What gay shit are you listening to?" I hear the question more as a demand as I turn to see the first string quarterback holding the bud in his hand. I glare silently at him as he raises it to his own and a smirk crosses my lips as I watch him drop the ear bud to rub at his now abused eardrum. I couldn't help blasting the music to full volume right as he got it close enough. The whole team knows better than to fuck with me during my pre game rituals, but this new guy just didn't seem to be getting it. He had been pushing me for the last two months and frankly I was starting to consider letting the other team just sack his ass till he couldn't play anymore, but I knew that wouldn't fly. As annoying as this bastard was he was damn good at his position and it would only be a matter of time before he did something stupid that I could use as an excuse for payback while we were off the field.
"If I were you, I would be less worried about what gay shit I'm listening to and more worried about the rest of your team who appear to be content doing gay shit." The words came out quietly as I continued to glare at him, but at the last part I pointedly looked towards the two guys who were still sword fighting with their dicks over in the corner. I could hear the snarl the quarterback gave as he moved away from me and started yelling at everyone else to get ready for the game. I simply shrugged and put my earbud back in as I finished getting ready for the game, but I couldn't keep my mind from wandering.
The image of my girlfriend kept floating up into my minds eye and the little mischievous smile that she had given me at lunch when she told me she was planning something special for after the game tonight. I knew how her little wicked mind tended to work, but this time I couldn't quite put my finger on this one. She had told me that she would need me to back her and that I would know the time to step up and protect her, but what could she be planning that would require me to fight.
"Damn, why can't I figure it out?" I muttered the question, which awarded me with a weird look from my childhood buddy who was standing next to me. I just looked at him and shrugged as I pulled out my earbuds and slipped my jersey and grabbed my helmet.
It was game time and I was ready to knock a few guys out. If for nothing else than the frustration of trying to figure out my girls mind and the constant annoyance the quarterback felt he should inflict upon the whole team.
Birte
"This is just sad," I mumbled for the thousandth time as I watched yet again the quarterback make a bad call that cost the team ground. The game had been dragging on and frankly I wasn't even sure the crowd could even hear us over the amount of screaming they were doing. At the rate the game was going down hill the only thing I could think was that this was simply just practice for our competitions in the summer months because there was no amount of cheerleader perk that was going to save the moral of this game.
As I shook my head and stared out over the field, I couldn't help but to locate number thirteen. Fully padded he was of an intimidating size, but what most people didn't realize is that he was intimidating without the gear as well. He obviously had a few inches on even the quarterback, which put thirteen at a height of 6'1'' and what the padding hid from view was the fact that his shoulders were broad and strong.
"Remembering that time Enar picked you up and pinned you to the wall?" The question floated to me on a whisper from my co-captain and my best friend since we were small girls in pigtails.
"If you are referring to that night I chose him over the quarter back then the answer would be yes. After all nothing sways a girls mind quite like being fucked against a wall with her feet dangling above the ground in a room full of people." I turned to her and smiled as the memories flooded over the both of us. She of course had been there and had delivered the final blow to the quarterback that he would never have me. I could remember her giggling as the quarterback just stood there watching Enar pound into me and my moaning had managed to start an orge right there in the living room.
"Do you think he will ever let that incident go?" She smiled back at me as she asked the question bahis firmaları (http://www.hemeteam.com/) and I didn't even need to answer her as I just rolled my eyes and turned back towards the field. The game had about five minutes left and most of the crowd was already starting to leave, the only ones really left were the die hards and the creepy old men who sat front row to simply stare at the girls.
"Well, this is a lose. Get the girls in the locker room and prepare them. Our jobs aren't over until the teams moral is back where it should be." I gave her the order and watched as she started calling the squad to follow her. Once they were gone I stood a little longer and watched till the end of the game. With a sigh and a shake of my head I started walking towards the entrance to the locker rooms and waited there.
Enar
The game was lost, 0-1, all the players including me were pissed. The refs were making crap calls all game, but the last one which gave them the point was beyond bogus and we all knew it. But nothing could be done, if any of us had started fighting it the ref would have only made things worse, hard ass bastard. So instead, we head back to the locker room, pissed as all hell and some of the players started throwing blame at each other, which only succeeded in starting a fight amongst the group.
" HEY KNOCK IT OFF OR I'LL THROW A PUNCH," I roared as they started to shove each other and a few fists were raised. It took a moment of the main two looking between each other and myself before they simply gave it up and separated. They all know I'm not the greatest player on the team, but when it came to a fight I was beyond their skill levels, which I had no problem proving since I had fought most of the guys on the team. The only exception was the new quarterback and he was making sure to keep his mouthy self at a distance from me.
As we neared the entrance to the locker room, I see my girlfriend Birte standing outside, a sad and annoyed look on her face. I can hear a few of the guys start whispering about her, the usual comments, and I can't help the sense of pride I feel knowing that she had chosen me. Even though everyone on the team knows we are an item, no one likes it because it goes against the stereotype. The quarterback especially hates seeing us together, especially after that party where we very publicly made it clear that Birte was mine. Everyone stopped and stared as you blew past the QB, not even glancing his way, and leap into my arms, pressing your lips against mine as I catch you. A few moments later I slide you down my front, feeling my dick pressing against my cup and causing me some pain.
"Sorry about the game," your soft voice reaches my ears as you turn towards the rest of the football team. They are all still standing there, staring at you, and I can see Jason standing off to the side glaring at me.
" Fuck it! It was a bogus call!" Everyone starts speaking at the same time in an attempt to get your attention, but not one of them really dares to step towards you while I'm standing directly behind you. They all remember the last few times someone tried to hit on you and honestly only one of those incidents didn't end in blood shed, but then again perhaps it would have been better if it had.
"Well, I think we have a way to cheer everyone up!" I can hear the excitement in your voice and suddenly I realize that this is what you had hinted at earlier in the day. With your soft hand in mine I let you lead me past the guys and into the hallway outside the locker room doors, where you stop and turn to look at the rest of the team.
"Now before we enter I have one rule everyone must follow. My girls are in charge! If you don't like it you can leave right now," your voice carries that finality I have come to recognize and I know that you won't accept any arguments. However, not everyone here knows my tiny girl like I do and I hear laughter coming from someone. As I turn I'm not that shocked to see that it is Jason laughing as he steps past the guys to stand directly in front of you.
"No one tells me what to do," the words leave Jason's lips before anyone can stop him and as he tries to shove past, your hand shoots out and grabs the front of his chest plate. You pull him towards you while placing your foot between his legs. I watch as you flip him over your hip and slam him into the ground. The sound of his landing is quite satisfying for me to hear and the surprised look on his face is simply priceless.
"Like I said, if you don't follow my rule you don't go in," you growl as you place your foot against his neck and gently press down. I know you have him at your mercy and you could easily cause serious damage to him if you desired, but I also know you are only doing it to make a point.
"LET ME UP YOU BITCH! BOYS GET HER OFF ME!" I slip in behind you as four of the guys move to pull you off their star player, but the moment they catch sight of me they back off.
"Come on, take one step closer. I have some anger to get out and your faces look like the perfect place." I don't even have to raise my fists as I glare at the guys. Sadly, none of them move a single inch and I don't budge until I hear movement kaçak bahis siteleri (http://www.hemeteam.com/) behind me. When I turn and look Jason is pulling himself off of the floor and scrambles past both of us back towards the safety of the group. He pauses for a moment and I can tell he's contemplating something stupid and part of me wishes he would so I would have a reason to knock him down a few pegs, but instead he turns and leaves with the four guys that had tried to interfere. We all watch as they turn the corner and head towards the parking lot.
"His loss," you sing as you turn back to the group. "Now anyone else have a problem with the rule?" You stand directly in front of the door as you wait a minute for a response.
When no one says anything, you smile and turn towards the door to slowly open it.
When we enter the locker room, you tell us to strip down and head to the shower. A little confused, they hesitate, until I see you wink at me with a sly smile on your lips. With a shrug, I strip down and head for the showers, which are already running. It seems a little weird, but I trust you so I continue walking in. Then I hear it, giggling and soft moaning coming from within the steam. As I turn the corner, I see a beautiful site, all the cheerleaders naked and wet under the water.
I stand there slowing looking around at the girls. Some of them are playing under the warm spray, but others are playing with each other. One scene in particular catches my eye and I can't help but to stand there staring. Birte's best friend is kneeling above the new member and it is clear from where I stand that she is devouring the poor girls pussy. I can see her squirming beneath, but what really has my attention is the fact that I can see Clara's pussy. The new girl has it spread wide open and her fingers are slowing thrusting into Clara as the new girls tongue slowly circles her clit.
I'm not sure how long I stood there watching as the girls gave each other pleasure, but I become aware of your presence when I feel your breasts pressing up against my back and your hands slide around my hips. I don't need to turn around to know that the guys followed you into the shower. The chance to watch you strip would have been too great for them to resist, especially since I left you alone with them and I know you wouldn't have been able to help giving them a small strip tease. Something I was sure I would have to handle later as chances were that one of them would have recorded it for later use.
"I thought you all could use some cheering up after the game." As you talk your hands glide over my body, one turns my head to face you bringing my lips down for a kiss. The other reaches lower, your nails lightly scraping along my member, making it grow. I groan against your lips as I press my tongue against yours. As I grow to my full ten inches from your soft touches I can hear a few of the girls gasp. None of them have ever seen my member, let alone seen it at its full glory, which seems to be what you intended since you left my front facing them.
As you continue to stroke my hard dick I can hear the other guys finally moving past us towards the giggling harem of wet and ready ladies. I can hear your co-captain explaining that the numbers were a little off so people would have to share, but I could care less about what the others were doing. I was completely focused on the pleasure that I was feeling at your hands. I didn't even register that the new girl had crawled over to us and was kneeling before me with her eyes fixated on my dick. It wasn't until I felt her lips wrap around the head of my penis that I jerked back from you and stared down at her, slightly in shock. At the sound of your giggle though I looked back at you and you simply just smiled down at her as you knelt beside her.
"That's it. Nice and slow. Bring your hands up and wrap them around the base. He loves when you jerk him and suck him at the same time." Your voice is soft as you guide the new girl to do the things you know I can't resist. When you instruct her to wiggle her tongue against the underside of my dick just below the head I reach out and take a handful of her hair.
"Does that feel good?" You're soft whisper startles me a moment as I realize you cooing directly into my ear. "She's a good little slut isn't she? I think we may even be able to break her in together. After all I can't feed her to these wolves just yet. My poor little virgin would never survive the onslaught of all these dicks just pounding into her soft subtle flesh. No I think her defilement should be taken care of by a man who knows what he is doing. A man who knows just how wet he needs to make a girl so that when he slams his big cock into her tight crevice he doesn't cause her pain." I groaned as my hips started to jerk into the poor girls mouth. Birte knew exactly what she was doing to me and I could see in her eyes she was enjoying every second of it. Her eyes were ablaze as she watched the girls head bounce on my dick and my hands flexing in her hair. I watch as you gently bite your lower lip and your eyes glide back up to mine. I lean towards you and you press your lips against mine. You're so caught up in our kiss that you don't even notice that I have removed one of my hands from the girl sucking my dick and slipped it between your legs. It isn't until I forcefully jam three of my fingers all the way into your dripping snatch and you jerk away from me in surprise that you realize your mistake.