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I Did It! A Blowjob to My Boyfriend’s Teammates After They Won a Local Game
From mascot to mass-slut! [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.
I was sitting in the stands, watching Noah’s team compete on the field. The energy in the air was electric as they fought for victory. I couldn’t help but feel a little naughty as I watched them, knowing that if they won, I’d be on my knees for each one of those strong, sweaty guys, worshipping their cocks with my eager mouth. My pussy grew damp at the thought, and I squirmed in my seat, silently begging for them to win so I could taste their semen.
“Come on, boys, just a bit more!” I whispered under my breath, feeling my nipples harden at the image of their erect cocks filling my throat.
The final whistle blew, and my heart raced as my boyfriend’s team erupted into victorious cheers. They had won, which meant it was time for me to fulfill my promise.
If you are interested, here is the prior report on how I ended up promising a victorious blowjob to these cock-carrying animals!
As the players filed off the field, I made my way to the locker room, waiting outside until the coach left. When the coast was clear, Noah opened the door with a smug grin, beckoning me inside.
“Ready to keep your promise, babe?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
“Of course,” I replied, feigning confidence despite my nerves.
As I stepped into the locker room, the potent scent of sweat and testosterone hit me like a freight train, making my arousal surge even stronger. The teammates were chanting and pounding their chests like gorillas, reveling in their raw animalistic state. It turned me on more than I ever expected.
“Hey guys, look who’s here to congratulate us!” Noah shouted, pulling me further into the locker room. The group of young men surrounded me, their eyes filled with lust and excitement.
Conversations are obviously recalled from memory and simplified. Therefore, they may not be entirely accurate, but you get the gist of it.
Feeling the heat in the room, I realized I had been the one to request that I’d do blowjobs before they took their showers. I wanted to be immersed in the smell of their raw, animalistic energy and testosterone-fueled victory. But as I looked around at the mass of sweaty, wild guys, I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d bitten off more than I could chew.
“Time for our reward, right Delisha?” one of them asked, his voice dripping with desire.
“Absolutely,” I said, my voice quivering slightly. As I looked around at the circle of virile men, I couldn’t help but feel both nervous and eager to take each one of their cocks into my mouth, tasting the essence of their victory.
“Noah’s little slut is finally here to deliver our reward!” one of them taunted, grabbing my wrist and pulling me closer to a bench in the center of the room.
My heart raced as the guys circled me like a pack of hungry wolves, their eyes full of lustful intent. It felt as if they viewed me as a piece of meat for them to devour, and it made my clit shiver. I tried to maintain my composure, hiding the fear in my eyes as I glanced around, searching for some semblance of reason in the chaos.
“Alright, Delisha, time to show us what you got,” Noah said, his voice steady and confident. Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself for the task ahead, knowing that it was up to me to prove my worth and indulge in their untamed passion.
One of the guys reached out and grabbed the collar of my t-shirt, yanking it down with a sudden force that tore it in two. Exposed and vulnerable, my tits bounced free from the shredded fabric, drawing cheers and whistles from the eager audience. Hands descended upon me like ravenous wolves on fresh meat, groping and fondling my breasts while fingers pinched and twisted my sensitive nipples.
“Damn, Noah! Look at those tits!” one guy shouted as I squirmed under their insistent touches. Their hands were rough, treating me like an object for their amusement — Noah’s plaything to be used and discarded when they’d had their fill.
“Wait, there’s more,” said another guy behind me, his voice thick with lust. Before I could react, he slid his hands inside the waistband of my skirt and ripped it apart like it was made of tissue paper. Since I never wore panties, I was now left completely exposed, wearing nothing but my high heels.
“Fuck yeah, look at that pussy!” someone exclaimed as the circle of men stared hungrily at my naked body. “You were right, Noah! She’s a real blonde!”
I felt their gazes devouring every inch of me, their eyes lingering on my exposed breasts and young pussy. There was something both thrilling and terrifying about being the center of attention like this — knowing that each one of these young men viewed me as an object of pleasure, a toy to satisfy their urges.
“Come on, Delisha, don’t keep us waiting,” Noah urged, grinning wickedly as he watched his teammates manhandle me.
“Hey, leave my pussy alone!” I shouted as some of the guys started to grope me down there. “I only agreed to blowjobs, remember?”
“Aw, come on, Delisha,” one of them replied, his voice teasing but with a predatory undertone that made me shudder. “It’s not like we’re gonna do anything you don’t want… yet.”
He emphasized the last word with a smirk, and I could feel my vulnerability amplified — the small, nude woman amidst this pack of young, animalistic athletes, all eager to claim their reward.
Without warning, a couple of guys grabbed me roughly and threw me onto my back on the bench. My tits jiggled from the impact, and I gasped as strong hands gripped my wrists above my head and my ankles, spreading my legs wide open to fully expose my pussy.
“Guys, please, stop!” I begged, desperately trying to maintain some semblance of control over the situation. But they didn’t listen.
“Damn, look at how wet she is,” someone commented as he prodded my throbbing pussy with his finger, causing me to squirm involuntarily. “She must be enjoying this.”
“Fuck off!” I snapped, struggling against their hold on me. But it was no use — these young men were determined to have their way with me, even if it was just their fingers invading my most intimate space.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as they continued to violate my body — rough fingers probing my pussy, hands playing with my tits like they were merely toys for their amusement. The combination of pain and humiliation was overwhelming, and I couldn’t control the sobs that wracked my chest.
“Shit, look at her cry,” one guy said, his voice a mix of fascination and arousal. “Fucking hot.”
“Damn right,” another agreed, pinching my nipple just hard enough to make me wince. “Never thought I’d get off on a girl’s tears, but here we are.”
“Okay, guys, that’s enough,” my boyfriend finally stepped in, his tone firm but not unkind. “Delisha’s here for blowjobs, remember? Let’s not get too carried away.”
As Noah’s words sank in, the guys around me hesitated. While some found my tears sexy, others appeared uncertain about how far they should push their boundaries. In the end, though, they all reluctantly backed off, allowing me to slide off the bench and onto my trembling knees.
“Fine,” one of them grumbled, clearly disappointed by the turn of events. “But you better make it worth our while, cunt.”
“Trust me,” I whispered, trying to regain some semblance of control over my own body. “I will.”
Surrounded by a circle of about 30 guys, I took a deep breath and steeled myself for the task ahead. As I looked up into their lust-filled eyes, I knew there was no turning back now — I had made a promise, and I was determined to keep it.
“Alright, boys,” I said, my voice strained but determined as I wiped away the remnants of tears from my face.
They eagerly gathered around me, their cocks jutting out in anticipation. I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement despite the pain and humiliation I had just endured. My hands reached out to the first two cocks on either side of me, gripping them firmly and beginning to stroke with a practiced skill.
“Wow, Delisha, you’re really going all-in, huh?” one of them chuckled, clearly impressed by my commitment to the task.
“Shut up and enjoy it,” I retorted quickly, focusing my attention on the cock directly in front of me. I wrapped my lips around it, taking it into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the head.
As I sucked him off, I couldn’t help but think about the sheer number of cocks awaiting my attention. Thirty of them, from what I could estimate without counting. If it took five minutes per guy, that would add up to two and a half hours of nonstop sucking. My jaw ached at the mere thought of it.
“Come on, Delisha,” I told myself silently, tightening my grip on the cocks in my hands and working them more vigorously. “You can do this.”
I began to develop a rhythm, stroking and sucking in tandem, doing my best to get each cock as close to climax as possible before sliding them into my mouth for ejaculation. The locker room was filled with the sounds of my wet, slurping suction and masculine groans of pleasure, accompanied by the heavy scent of sweat and arousal.
The strong smell inundating my senses only served to fuel my lust. I felt like a sex object, a plaything for these guys to use as they pleased — and I reveled in it. They didn’t need to shower before having their way with me because I was there for their pleasure, regardless of how dirty or primal they might be.
“Damn, Delisha,” one guy grunted as I took him deep into my throat. “You really know what you’re doing.”
“Of course she does,” Noah chimed in smugly from nearby. “She’s the best little cocksucker around. Why do you think I keep her?”
His words sparked a renewed determination within me, and I doubled down on my efforts, sucking harder and stroking faster as I moved from one cock to another. The taste of their pre-cum mixed with the salty tang of sweat only served to make me more ravenous.
“Fuck, that’s good!” another player gasped as I swallowed his length, my hands never stopping their relentless stroking of the other two cocks.
Time seemed to lose all meaning as I threw myself into the task at hand, so focused on worshipping these cocks that everything else faded away. I was Delisha, the insatiable cocksucker, using my body to bring these victorious athletes the pleasure they deserved.
And despite the pain, the humiliation, and the overwhelming smell of sweat and sex that filled the locker room, I couldn’t help but feel a perverse sense of pride. After all, how many girls could claim to have taken on such a challenge — and risen to it so spectacularly?
“Alright, boys,” Noah announced with a grin as I continued to work my magic on their cocks. “Delisha isn’t just any ordinary cocksucker. She’s the best at giving deep-throat blowjobs. Trust me, you don’t want to miss the chance.”
My cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and pride as the guys eagerly listened to my boyfriend. I could feel their eyes on me, studying my nude body, dripping with sweat, sperm, and saliva from my efforts thus far.
“Really?” one of his teammates asked, eyes wide with excitement. “How do we get her to do that?”
“See how she tilts her head back?” Noah continued, pointing to my current position. “Just put your hands behind her head, grab her hair, and guide her onto your cock. You won’t believe how deep she can take it.”
From that point forward, each guy followed Noah’s advice, pushing my head down and forcing their cocks past my throat and down into my esophagus. I gagged and choked occasionally, but my desire to please them overpowered any discomfort.
“Damn, Delisha! That feels incredible!” one guy moaned as he held my head in place, keeping his cock buried deep within me and preventing me from breathing.
“Keep going, babe,” Noah encouraged, his voice full of pride. “You’re doing amazing.”
I continued my rhythm, shuffling between stroking two cocks with my hands and sucking the third, making sure to give each one the deep-throat treatment Noah had so proudly advertised. The guys couldn’t contain their excitement, watching as I swallowed their loads without hesitation.
“Shit, that’s so fucking hot,” another player groaned, his hips bucking as he unloaded down my throat.
By the time I’d pleasured half of the team, my throat ached, and I needed a break. “Guys, can I have some water?” I pleaded, looking around for something to soothe the burning sensation.
“Here’s some water,” one guy said, smirking as he aimed his cock at my face and started peeing. The warm liquid splashed against my skin, but the other players quickly intervened.
“Hey, man, not in here!” one of them scolded. “There’s a drain in the shower room.”
The guy who had been peeing on me yanked my naked self to my feet and dragged me into the shower area. He pushed me down onto my knees over a drain and resumed his golden shower, soaking my hair and face.
“Jesus Christ,” I thought, feeling more degraded than ever. But Noah seemed to revel in it, watching with a grin as his teammates continued their rough treatment of me.
“You’re the perfect slut, I mean girlfriend, Delisha!” he said.
I nodded, swallowing my pride along with the lingering smell of urine. Resuming my position, I took one cock in each hand and began stroking while sucking on another. Every so often, a guy would step up and pee on me, drenching me further. Despite the humiliation and discomfort, I persevered, determined to fulfill my promise to pleasure each one of them.
As the guys finished receiving their blowjobs, they took their showers and got dressed, some even leaving the locker room entirely. I remained on my knees, covered in a mixture of sweat, saliva, cum, and piss, focusing on the task at hand.
“Almost there, babe,” Noah whispered, squeezing my shoulder in encouragement. “You’re doing great.”
I could feel the ache in my knees and jaw as I took the last cock out of my mouth and swallowed the final load of cum. Drenched in piss, my body glistening with the remnants of their pleasure, I felt a strange sense of pride. I had done it — thirty blowjobs or so in a row, just like I’d promised. My throat was raw and sore, but I couldn’t help but smile through the pain.
I looked around the shower room, now empty, save for the faint echoes of a few guys’ raucous laughter and the rancid smell of sweat and urine. They had all taken their showers and gone back to the locker room, leaving me behind on my knees, soaked and filthy.
With a deep breath, I pushed myself up from the cold, wet floor and took a few shaky steps toward the showerheads. I turned one on, letting the warm water cascade down over my head and body, washing away the layers of grime and bodily fluids that clung to my skin. As the mixture of cum and piss swirled down the drain, I thought about what I’d just been through and how it had changed me.
“Guess I’m not just some innocent little girl anymore,” I mused, feeling the water sluice over my tender breasts and between my legs. I knew I’d never forget the sensation of being used like a toy by those strong, virile athletes. The pride and satisfaction I felt at having risen to the challenge outweighed any lingering shame or humiliation.
Once I was thoroughly clean, I turned off the shower and stepped out, my body still tingling from the intense experience. Naked and dripping wet, I walked back into the locker room, where Noah and three of his teammates were casually discussing the game.
“Hey, look who’s back,” one of them remarked, casting a disinterested glance in my direction. “Nice job on those blowjobs, Deli.”
“Thanks,” I replied, trying to hide my embarrassment as I stood before them in all my naked glory. It was strange how quickly they’d lost interest in me once they’d gotten what they wanted–but then again, maybe that was just part of the game.
I found my torn t-shirt and skirt soaked and discarded on the locker room floor. Turning to Noah, I asked, “Do you have a shirt I can borrow? Mine’s ruined.”
“Sure,” Noah replied casually, tossing me one of his oversized t-shirts. It was big enough to act as a dress for me, but I still felt exposed and vulnerable. As I slipped the shirt on, Noah pulled me in for a hug, but when I tried to kiss him, he turned his face away.
“Sorry, babe,” he said, avoiding eye contact. “Just can’t do it after all those blowjobs you gave the guys.”
His words stung, making me feel dirty and used. I’d been proud of what I had done, rising to the challenge, and now he was making me feel like some cheap whore. Anger bubbled up inside me, and I pushed him away.
“Fine!” I snapped. “If you find it so gross, I’ll never give blowjobs to your teammates ever again!” I stormed out of the locker room, slamming the door behind me, seething with rage.
Walking home, clad only in an oversized male t-shirt, I couldn’t shake the memory of the evening’s events. The taste of semen still lingered in my mouth, and I caught myself wondering what pee would taste like. Strangely enough, it would only be years later, after moving to South Florida, that I would taste male pee for the first time.
Despite my anger at Noah, the memories of the evening excited me, reminding me of the raw, animalistic pleasure I’d experienced with his teammates.
But as I mulled over the idea of finding another boyfriend, someone who wouldn’t be grossed out by what he asked me to do, I realized that I didn’t need a boyfriend at all. In fact, I preferred playing with old men’s cocks anyway. My attraction to them had always been a secret thrill, something forbidden and taboo that made it all the more exciting.
I felt a newfound sense of independence and pride, refusing to be ashamed of my love for worshipping cocks and tasting semen. After all, if I could survive giving thirty blowjobs in a row and still crave more, I didn’t need anyone’s approval or validation.
“Fuck Noah,” I thought defiantly as I continued my walk home, feeling the cool night air on my bare legs beneath the t-shirt. “I’ll do what I want, with whoever I want.”
And with that empowering thought, I held my head high, stepping into the darkness and embracing my sexual freedom. I was a teen slut and proud of it.
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