The Lacrosse Team

You could feel your heart beating faster in your chest as the squeaks and thumps of tennis shoes got closer. A mixture of excitement and nervous fear billowed up in your chest; there was no turning back now. You had chosen your fate, a though that caused your deviant excitement to build. Even if you chose to just stay quiet and hide, you'd be watching the cheerleader's undress....or so you thought.

"Geez...couch really worked us today," Came a girl's voice, grumbling more than you'd expect the prim and proper cheerleaders to, but maybe that was just how they talked when they were aloned.

"If I have to run another goddamn lap I'm gonna strangle someone," Complained a second voice, causing you to tense up at the sound of anger. The nervous excitement turned to a palpable tension in your chest...did cheerleaders usually run laps?

Slowly you lowered yourself down, getting on your knees and peering out the vent. Your heart was beating faster again, but now for all different reasons. You peeked out and...your eyes widened. Shock and fear ran over you as you looked out. A tougher group of ten or twelve girls had just stomped in. Their uniforms and equipment gave them away in an instant. It was the varsity Lacrosse team!

Your breathing became frantic as you looked at the team. Far better built than the cheerleaders, you realized they were more likely to physically beat you of they found you instead of helping you achieve a fantasy. And despite this, you kept looking. Frozen in place, you watched the girls filter in, recognizing a few from your classes. They were...undeniably sexy, something possibly improved by the sheen of fresh sweat coating their bodies as more skin was revealed. Conversations between the girls faded into the background as shorts and tops came off, revealing thongs and sports bras. You became so enamored with the sight before you that the think of a mop tipping over didn't even reach your ears.

A girl began to get closer, her face obscured, but her dark skin and abs perfectly revealed and framed by her bra and panty combo. You didn't question why she was walking towards the closet until you heard her speak up.

"Yeah probably just a rat or something," She said, her hand already on the door knob by the time you had processed what had just happened. The door creaked open and you froze, looking up and locking eyes with a momentarily surprised team member. You had time to recognize her, she was Savannah, the star of the team.

"Shit!" She shouted out as you panicked and tried to run past her. You nearly fell on your ass as she managed to grab the back of your shirt and pull you closer. You hit her and it felt like you had run into a wall, her muscular stomach resting against you as her smaller breasts rested on your back. A moment of enjoyment passed before she put you in a headlock, muscular arm locking around your neck, leaving you squirming and kicking, feeling the layer of sweat coat your clothes.

"Who the fuck's this pervert?" Another girl questioned, you immediately recognized her as Amy, captain of the team, a well built girl with dirty blonde hair. She was a year older than the rest of the group at 19 and had been held back a year when she was younger.

"I-MMMPH!" You started to speak, but Amy was quick on the draw. Picking up one of her fresh and thick gym socks from the bench she stuffed it in your mouth, leaving a salty, unpleasant taste within. She roughly clenched your cheeks, forcing you to pucker your lips and keeping you from spitting out the socks.

"Heh...maybe he heard about what the cheerleaders did to that guy and wanted a taste?" Another blonde questioned. Wearing glasses and looking a bit less muscular than the rest, you knew she was Kelsey, since you shared a few classes with her.

"Well, maybe he just wants to get fucked like a girl," Savannah taunted, saying it straight into your ear. You shuddered as her voice tickled you. The taboo excitement resumed as Kelsey mentioned what the cheerleaders did, fear accompanying it with Savannah's threat.

"Well, maybe we should show him what being a girl is like..." Amy suggested, "Or I guess what being a bitch is like, a helpless bitch at the mercy of some thick shaft..."

"Come on, we could make him our own personal cheerleaders. Bet I could train HER to lick my clit real good," Savannah countered, her grip on you tightening.

"I mean...if its what we wants," Kelsey chimed in, sounding a bit friendlier, "I've got a spare set of clothes in his size. Maybe I could dress him up for everyone?"

"Hey...any opinions?" Amy called back, sighing as she glanced to her team. The once surprised and confused Lacrosse girls began to murmur, a general consensus being reached.

1) Amy's idea, you're getting tied down and treated to cock, real or fake

2) Savannah's idea, trained to be an obedient pet cheerleader

3) Kelsey's idea, you're left to play dress-up with the nicest of the trio