The Players

"What? You don't miss Tiny Thompson? Us of course. Now drop your panties, ladies." Then the women had knelt down with their skirts until the latter reached their knees, proceeding to kick them off to show no such knickers on them.

The team captain scanned each and every one of us and once he saw me merely observing, he raised his voice.

"Hey, Red! Why aren't you stripping?" I was fazed at what he just said but reluctantly, I copied their actions and pulled my skirt off to see -or fail to see- my non-existent knickers. Some of the women had pulled their shirts off to reveal breast cups of different sizes with Vicky being the largest and the saggiest one of all.

The opposing team dropped their trousers and unlike us, pulled their briefs or boxers off to show off their long penises excited to see us. Each was reaching for us and my eyes were locked at the cyclops instead of the man himself.

Some of the women knelt down, some were told to kneel down before grabbing appendages and rubbing them up and down. I wasn't an exception to this with three members of the opposing team claiming me and presenting their dicks in front of my face. Who was I to defy them?

I grabbed the members of two them, rubbing them off just as I had with other men in my life but occupied the cock in front of me. Instead of me bobbing my head forward and back(which, admittedly would've made the ordeal difficult), the lad was nice enough to thrust and pull with a **** that he liked until his friends became envious of my attention to him and turned my head towards them to which I then began bobbing.

The transaction was made long, long enough that I had laminated their staffs with my own saliva and spat some more to be sure. Then I was ordered to stand up and lie down on top of one of them at which I felt the member of the one being stuffed inside my vagina, sinking as I lowered myself inside him.

One more penis was stuck inside my anus before another kneeled down in front of me. Swallowing his cock I bent back and forth to satiate their lust all at the same time. When the times that the member escaped my lips, a moan would escape with it before my cheeks would be slapped by the same member and me being fed by it.

Eventually, I stopped my body from moving due to what I could only presume was dissatisfaction with my pacing and was left alone in terms of rocking my own body, but my derriere was not and the slapping of flesh wasn't limited to anal sex and the suckling of my tits wasn't as well. Minutes later, we all stopped in our positions and I was allowed to switch partners, or that I was to have a swap.

Then came another African-American, not the captain but he was as well-built as the others and just as tall as the others. Naked from head to toe, he looked down at me with three eyes -the two on his face while the other one was his mighty cyclops that was coated with the saliva and juices of another woman - but he did not order me to kneel down, rather he asked me to stretch my airs above my head as much as I could.

A strange request but it seemed that all that we were doing was retribution for losing. I was soon amazed by my abilities and just how I could reach with my legs, almost performing a 90 degree stretch above my head. Of course, this wasn't important, all the man desired was for my foot to rest on his shoulders as we were close, our bodies touching and faces within kissing distance along our sexes that met.

He thrust and I clung onto him. If mother, father, or any of my associates saw me I would most likely be found lying in a ditch, aid from my parents cut off immediately. Granted I and some of my girl friends had African-American lovers in bed more than once, to show and have it publically is another layer of indecency. So much so that my face grew red, most likely as red as my hair.

As I gasp and moaned loudly, louder than I was with the trio, the slapping of a buttcheek was not unheard of with my new partner and I thought of a way of hiding my face in fear that somebody would see the expression and the color that was painted across my face. I gazed upon his ear and tightened our embrace so that I could be closer. I whispered sweet gasps and encouragement before I was given a slap and a chuckle.

"Damn, you British girls work differently. I could have another round with you." He then snapped his neck to call on a friend of his, "Hey Howard! Get a load of this."

A caucasian man went up to the two of us as the former stopped in the love affair between my legs.

"How good is your spine, girly?" I released the two of us from each other and took a step back. Apparently my spine was similarly made out of rubber and bent with no repercussions, not even uncomfortability.

I heard remarks of appreciation as I stared off at the night sky before I saw my former partner looking down at me once more, grabbing his cock and inserting it inside my awaiting lips. Moving my head was not possible but he treated the position as if it was either my anus or my cunt while his friend was humping his way into my G-hole.

I tasted pre-cum and juices, his and other women as well as my own, it drove me greedy enough that my lips wrapped around the tip of his penis just to wonder whose and what kind of fluids was located under the cap. It convinced him to stay in my mouth before pushing into my throat which slid through with no resistance nor problems whatsoever with my throat in total compliance.

Then we all stopped, both men and women with the opposing team's captain ordering the cessation of transactions. He ordered all of us women to group ourselves in a circle, some of us still had our shirts above the breast while others discarded every article of clothing on them. The men jerked off in front of us, some women awaited with mouths opened, some at the back were fingering themselves. Something urged me to follow suit with the former and I had my tongue stick out of its abode to try and catch some of their sperm.

Ropes of cum flew in the air and into the small huddle, my head, tongue, and face were coated with thick blotches of sperm and I debated whether it was best to share with the rest of the women or swallow. I emulated the rest of the group and met lips with another woman before the other team's own group laughed and giggled at the sight of us.

A rectangular object was held by the previous female, the one that was smirking with the captain, and asked us all to smile before a flash blinded me in the eye.