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Decision Time: Opening My Recently Deflowered Young Pussy To My Boyfriend’s Football Team
“The feeling of being filled up by a hard cock, knowing that a man was inside me, it was so intense and thrilling.” [Sex Confessions]
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
As I entered the locker room after another victorious game, I could feel the heat and excitement radiating from the football team. The guys eagerly awaited my arrival, knowing the reward that was in store for them. I loved being their personal cock-sucking machine, a role I reveled in as I became an expert at pleasuring penises. My eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight of the hard cocks awaiting my attention.
Stripping naked, I let the guys feast their eyes on my youthful body. They couldn’t get enough of watching me in the nude, their hands reaching out to squeeze my breasts and slap my ass. I didn’t mind being manhandled like a piece of meat; in fact, it only fueled my desire to satisfy them all. Each touch, each smack, seemed to energize me in my mission to drain every last drop of semen from their heavy balls.
They thought they were lucky. I think I was a lucky girl! I still look like a 19-year-old, even at 25, and I bet it is because of my man-milk diet. At least, that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it!
I approached the first player, kneeling down and wrapping my lips around his thick shaft. With each bob of my head, I took him deeper into my mouth, enjoying the feeling of him filling me.
Over time, I practiced different techniques, swirling my tongue around the sensitive head and using my hand to stroke the base of the hard rod. As the male beast neared release, I tightened my grip and increased my pace, swallowing greedily when he finally erupted in my mouth. I savored the taste of his male milk, allowing it to coat my throat before moving on to the next teammate.
And while moving from one player to the next, I focused solely on the task at hand. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t receiving any physical pleasure myself — the satisfaction of tasting their seed was all I craved. My hands roamed over their toned, sweaty, and smelly bodies, feeling the muscles tense beneath my fingers as I brought them closer to orgasm. I moaned around their cocks, sending vibrations through their shafts that had them bucking their hips in response.
As the last player shot his load into my eager mouth, I gazed up at him with a wicked smile. I loved being the center of their carnal desires, their personal cum bucket and plaything. And as I rose to my feet in all of my naked glory, wiping the remnants of semen from my lips, I was already thinking about the next post-game celebrations.
One day, as I walked into the locker room after the game, I sensed that something was different. The air was thick with testosterone, and the energy was palpable. The team had just won against the #1 team in the league, and they were raring to celebrate.
I stripped naked, as I had done many times before, ready to reward their victory with blowjobs. As I stood there, bare and vulnerable, one of the guys, who was so massive that he made me look like a delicate play doll, lifted me up and pinned me down on the hardwood bench in the middle of the room. Cheers erupted from the onlookers, and I couldn’t help but feel like a tiny piece of meat next to these big football players.
While I lay exposed on the bench, one of the players gripped my wrists tightly above my head, his fingers digging into my flesh. His hold was firm and unyielding, making me feel both helpless and aroused. Meanwhile, other players swarmed around me, their hands reaching for my body. They pinched and pulled hard on my nipples, twisting them as if trying to rip them off my body. It hurt, but at the same time, it sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. These teammates were like hungry wolves, eager to devour me. Me!
My body trembled with anticipation as I felt their eyes greedily drinking in my nude form. I knew they wanted more than just blowjobs, and part of me wanted to give it to them. But deep down, I had decided a while back that my virginity belonged to a deserving old man, not some unknown, dirty football player. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, yet my pussy betrayed me by growing wetter with each passing second.
My body continued to tremble with anticipation, my wrists held tight above my head by one of the players. The scent of sweat and testosterone filled the air, and I could feel their primal hunger for me. As I lay there exposed, another player approached, his hard cock throbbing with desire. He guided the engorged head of his shaft to the entrance of my pussy, running it up and down my external vaginal lips. My breath caught in my throat as I felt the heat from his rock-hard manhood teasing my sensitive flesh.
“Come on, man,” one of the teammates urged, a wicked grin plastered across his face. “Penetrate the slut and make her scream.”
“Use her like the whore she is,” another chimed in, eyes glued to the erotic scene unfolding before him.
“Show her what a real cock feels like inside her tight little cunt,” yet another player added, his voice dripping with lust.
Their crude words sent a mixture of shame and excitement surging through me. A part of me wanted to resist, but I remained silent. The undeniable arousal coursing through my veins made it impossible to deny that my body craved their attention. Their vulgar encouragement only fueled the fire within me, igniting my darkest desires.
As the player with his cock at my entrance prepared to penetrate me, my heart raced with a mix of fear and anticipation. My body quivered, torn between wanting to submit to the primal lust surrounding me and maintaining the purity I desperately wished to preserve for a more deserving man.
And would it hurt? I didn’t know at the time.
Just then, Noah stepped forward, stopping his teammate in his tracks. “Hold up,” he said firmly, grabbing the other player’s shoulder and pulling him away from me. “Remember the deal we made. Delisha’s here to give blowjobs, not to get fucked. If you want her to keep coming back, we’ve gotta respect her rules.”
The teammates booed and grumbled but acknowledged Noah’s authority. The tension in the room eased slightly as they reluctantly agreed to adhere to the terms I had set. I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for Noah’s intervention, even if our so-called relationship was nothing more than a ruse to keep other college boys at bay while continuing to indulge my insatiable appetite for semen.
“Alright, guys,” Noah announced, addressing the room. “Line up for your blowjobs, just like we agreed. No fucking, for fuck’s sake!”
One by one, the players lined up, their cocks proudly displayed and ready for my eager lips. I took a deep breath, embracing my role as the cock-worshipping goddess they saw me as, knowing that despite the humiliation and degradation, there was a part of me that reveled in the power I held over these boys with my mouth alone.
Conversations are obviously recalled from memory, so they may not be entirely accurate, but you get the gist of it.
“Delisha, you’re amazing,” Jane murmured in my ear that evening as we lay entwined on the couch, our naked bodies pressed close together. The soft glow of the living room lights cast sensual shadows across our forms, highlighting the curves and contours of our youthful flesh.
“Tell me again what happened in the locker room,” Jane pleaded, her fingers trailing over my body, teasing my nipples into hardened peaks. “I want to hear all the filthy details.”
My breath hitched as I recalled the stark contrast between the aggressive, hungry hands of the football players and Jane’s tender, loving touch. I recounted the way they had manhandled me, pawing at my breasts and ass, desperate for more than just my mouth. As I spoke, Jane’s hand slid between my thighs, her fingers finding my swollen clit and rubbing slow, tantalizing circles around it.
“Did any of them try to fuck you?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper as her fingers worked their magic, sending jolts of pleasure through me.
“Almost,” I admitted, my voice trembling with desire. “But Noah stopped them. He reminded them of our deal — blowjobs only.”
“Good,” Jane sighed, her fingers dipping inside me, curling to hit that sweet spot deep within. “Because I want to be the one to give you pleasure, Delisha. I want to be the one to make you scream.”
And as her skilled fingers brought me closer and closer to the edge, I couldn’t help but agree — there was no one else I wanted more than Jane.
As Jane’s fingers danced inside me with skill and precision, I felt my body tense in anticipation of the orgasm that was building within me. The sensation grew stronger and stronger until I could no longer contain it, and I cried out in ecstasy as wave after wave of pure pleasure rolled through me.
“Jane,” I gasped, my chest heaving as I came down from my orgasmic high. “That was amazing.”
“Anything for you, Delisha,” she murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips before pulling me into a warm embrace. We lay there entwined on the couch, our naked bodies pressed together, reveling in the closeness of our bond.
Meanwhile, I let my mind wander back to the football team, grateful for the continuous supply of semen they provided me with. It was one of my guilty pleasures, my addiction to the taste and texture of their cum. And though I had a pretend-boyfriend in Noah, it was Jane who truly held my heart and gave me the most intense orgasms I’d ever experienced.
Over time, Jane and I continued our routine of love-making and sharing intimate details of my encounters with the football team.
One day, a couple of months later, we sat nude in my living room, a familiar scene, watching a video on Jane’s smartphone. It was a recording she had taken of me losing my virginity to an old man. As a voyeur, she reveled in the sight and sound of me being deflowered, watching it over and over again.
“Isn’t it crazy?” Jane mused, her eyes glued to the screen. “We’re both real women now.”
“True,” I agreed, feeling a sense of camaraderie with her. “There’s something special about knowing we’ve shared such a unique experience.”
“Definitely,” she replied, her voice soft and full of affection. We sat there, our bodies pressed together as we watched the video, both of us feeling a deep connection to one another at that moment.
Our lives had changed and evolved since kindergarten, but one thing remained constant: the love and passion we shared for each other and our unquenchable desires for sexual adventure.
As Jane and I continued to watch the video of me losing my virginity, she suddenly asked, “Now that you’re no longer a virgin, do you think you’ll do more than just give blowjobs to Noah’s football team?”
I didn’t answer her question immediately. Instead, I laughed, which seemed to puzzle her.
“Can you believe it?” I said. “All this time, everyone at school has been calling me a slut, but I was really a virgin until now. And now… well, I guess I can actually be a real slut!”
Jane couldn’t help but chuckle at my candid admission. She knew that my love for sex and experimenting with different men had always been a part of who I was, even if I hadn’t given away my virginity until recently.
“Delisha, you’ve always been confident and unapologetic about your sexuality,” Jane said, her eyes still on the video. “It’s one of the many things I admire about you. But now that you’ve experienced the real deal, do you think you’ll want more? Will you open up your legs to those guys?”
I paused, considering her words as well as the implications of what it would mean to truly embrace my newfound status as a non-virgin. The thought of opening my young pussy to those guys, of experiencing their cocks inside me in addition to tasting their semen, sent a shiver of excitement down my spine.
“Maybe,” I finally admitted, a wicked grin spreading across my face. “I mean, why not, right? I’ve already tasted their cum many times. Why not let them enjoy me fully? Besides, it could be a lot of fun.”
Jane looked both concerned and intrigued by my response. Though she loved hearing about my sexual escapades, there was still a hint of jealousy in her eyes. But, being the voyeur that she was, Jane couldn’t deny the excitement that came from imagining me being used by the football team for more than just blowjobs.
“Whatever you decide, Delisha,” she said softly, “just remember to be careful and make sure you’re doing it because you want to, not just because you feel obligated or pressured.”
“Of course,” I reassured her. “I wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want to do. Besides, with you by my side, I know we can handle whatever comes our way, right?”
“Right,” Jane agreed, leaning in to give me a tender kiss on the lips.
As our mouths met, the taste of my best friend and lover filled me with warmth and reassurance. No matter where my sexual adventures took me, I knew that Jane would always be there to share in them and that knowledge made everything all the more exciting.
And as the video continued to play on Jane’s phone, I couldn’t help but share my thoughts about the experience of having cocks penetrate my pussy. “Jane, it was just… incredible. The feeling of being filled up by a hard cock, knowing that a man was inside me, it was so intense and thrilling.”
“Really?” Jane asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and jealousy. “Was it better than giving blowjobs?”
“In its own way, definitely,” I admitted. “I mean, I love giving blowjobs, especially when I can taste the different flavors of cum from each guy. But there’s something about having a cock inside me, stretching me out, that’s just… indescribable. It’s like the man is taking ownership of me.”
As I spoke, I could see Jane’s eyes flicker with a mixture of envy and arousal. It was evident that she was both upset at the thought of me opening myself to more sexual experiences with the football team and turned on by the idea of witnessing me being used in such an intimate way.
“Based on what you’re telling me,” Jane said carefully, “it seems like you might seriously be considering taking things further with the football team, right?”
I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to confirm anything yet. But seeing the look on Jane’s face — the mix of jealousy and excitement — made me realize that I wanted to explore this new aspect of my sexuality. So I nodded slowly and said, “Yeah, I think I might.”
“Delisha…” Jane murmured, clearly conflicted. However, her voyeuristic and sadistic tendencies won over her jealousy. She knelt down between my legs, her breath hot against my already wet pussy. “If that’s what you want, then I’ll support you. And maybe you should get me in that locker room to film it one day. But let me take care of you first.”
With that, Jane’s tongue found my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body. As she expertly teased and taunted me, I couldn’t help but try to imagine what it would be like to have the football team use not only my mouth but also my pussy for their pleasure. I thought about how it would feel to have my pussy fucked over and over again in the smelly locker room. The thought of being taken by each member of the football team was both exciting and nerve-wracking.
“Jane,” I gasped out between moans, “I can’t stop thinking about what it’d be like to let the football team fuck me too. Do you think it’d hurt if my pussy gets penetrated so many times back to back?”
Jane’s fingers slid inside me as she continued to tease my clit with her tongue. Her touch sent shudders through my body, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. She hummed against me, the vibrations intensifying the sensation.
“Maybe at first,” Jane finally replied, pausing her ministrations for a moment. “But I think you’ll get used to it, just like you’ve become an expert at sucking them off. Besides, you enjoy pain, anyway.”
Her words made my heart race, and I could feel my arousal building even more. I imagined being surrounded by the team, bent over and taking each of their cocks one after another — each teammate claiming ownership of my body for a moment. The thought of being used and passed around like a sex toy for their pleasure only heightened my own desire.
Jane seemed to sense my growing excitement, increasing the speed and pressure of her fingers and tongue. She sucked on my clit gently, flicking it with the tip of her tongue while her fingers curled inside me, seeking out that sweet spot that always sent me over the edge.
My breaths came in short, ragged gasps as I felt my climax approaching. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to be on fire as Jane brought me closer and closer to the edge. Finally, with one last flick of her tongue, I exploded, my orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave.
“Jane!” I cried out, my entire body shaking with the force of my climax. My pussy clenched around her fingers with wave after wave of pleasure wracking my body. As the intensity of my orgasm began to fade, I felt a sense of complete satisfaction and contentment.
Jane carefully removed her fingers from me and pressed a soft kiss to my inner thigh. Then, she crawled up beside me on the couch, pulling me into her arms.
“Whatever you decide,” Jane whispered into my ear, “I’ll be here for you.”
“Thank you,” I murmured, feeling grateful for her unwavering support.
As I lay on the couch, still catching my breath from the incredible orgasm Jane had just given me, she wrapped her arms around me. Our naked bodies pressed against each other, our skin warm and slick with sweat. I could feel the softness of her breasts against mine and the heat between our thighs.
“Delisha,” Jane whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Jane,” I replied softly, my heart swelling with affection for my best friend and lover.
With that, we leaned in toward each other, our mouths meeting in a slow, sensual kiss. Our lips were tender yet passionate, exploring each other’s mouths with a familiarity that only came from years of friendship and intimacy. My tongue brushed against hers, tasting the sweetness of her saliva mixed with the lingering taste of my own arousal. It was intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
Our hands roamed over each other’s bodies as we continued to kiss. I felt Jane’s fingers trace gentle circles around my nipple before pinching it lightly, causing a shiver of pleasure to run down my spine. In response, I slid my hand down her back, cupping her firm ass and giving it a playful squeeze. She let out a little moan into our kiss, which only served to fuel my desire for her.
We continued to explore each other’s bodies, both of us reveling in the erotic sensations and the deep connection that we shared. The way Jane touched me, the way she kissed me, it was unlike anything I had ever experienced with anyone else. Even though I enjoyed the thrill of being used by the football team, there was something special about the intimate moments Jane and I shared together.
“Jane,” I murmured between kisses, “what we have is amazing.”
“Nothing can compare to it, Delisha,” she agreed, her eyes shining with love and desire.
As we lay there on the couch, our naked bodies entwined, I knew that no matter what happened in the future, Jane would always be my rock, my source of comfort and support.
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