My Brother's Teammates

by Cassandra Dee

  She blushes hotly.

  “What does that mean?”

  Trace shares a knowing look with us.

  “It means that you’re going to sit on our faces so that we can each get a sample of your honey. I don’t know if you’re going to be penetrated tonight, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, okay? Right now, it’s all about making you feel good.”

  She bites her lips and nods, still completely bare before us. Goddamn, I’ve never seen a woman so luscious before. Sure, I’ve had girls one on one, and I’ve even shared with my buddies before, but we’ve never shared a woman this ripe and yet still untouched. The women we’ve made love to in the past were women of the night, shall we say. They were professionals, and while they certainly knew what they were doing, there was no emotion to it. It was all about physical gratification, and to be honest, I think five guys is nothing to a professional. They’re used to much more depraved situations, and if anything, five is on the lower side.

  But Mia’s not like that at all. First, she’s obviously not taking money for her services. Second, she’s a virgin. How we managed to convince a virgin to let us sample her, I have no idea. But we’re here now, and I’m dying to taste her nectar before pushing into that sweet hotness.

  “Baby,” I growl. “Come here.”

  I rearrange a bunch of towels on the floor so that they resemble a huge mat, and then lay back so that my massive form is prone. Then my brothers lay down next to me, so that our heads are all in one direction, and our toes in another. Needless to say, all five staffs are pointed straight at the ceiling, slick and shiny with our need.

  “Where do I go?” Mia gasps, looking at the line of us, her eyes as round as saucers.

  “Right here,” I growl. “Come sit on my face.”

  “Sit on your face?” she asks in a shocked whisper.

  “Yes, baby girl. Come over here, and put your knees on either side of my head. Then lower yourself so that I can taste that sweet cunt on my lips.”

  Her eyes flare and her breathing becomes very rapid. I almost think she’s going to stop right then and there. But then Mia nods and slowly approaches our massive forms. I’m at the outer edge of our line of men, and she hesitantly puts one foot on either side of my head.

  “That’s right,” I growl. “Now lower yourself,” I say, staring high up at that pink sweetness. “Let yourself get tasted. You’ll like it, I promise.”

  With that, Mia obeys and slowly begins lowering her pussy until it’s mere inches from my face. But I can’t wait and crane my head up to lick wetly through those swollen folds. Immediately she cries out and almost loses her balance.

  “It’s okay,” Howard growls from beside me. “Here, you need help because this is your first time. Come on, Frank.”

  With that, my two buddies get up and stand on either side of Mia’s form. They each hold one of her arms so that she’s stabilized as she continues lowering herself onto my face, and sure enough, within seconds, her pretty pussy is planted right on my mouth.

  “Oooh,” she moans as I tongue her clit. “That feels good.”

  Frank chuckles beside her.

  “It’ll feel even better after all five of us have tasted you,” he rasps.

  I’m not sure if Mia can hear because she’s already beginning to go wild. She’s bucking her hips on my face and throwing her head back even as Frank and Howard try to hold her still.

  “It feels so good,” she moans musically, her eyes dropping closed with ecstasy. “So damn good.”

  I merely bite her clit before probing that tiny hole with my tongue, and that does it. Suddenly, Mia explodes on me. Hot female juices gush down my throat and I swallow feverishly, wasting not a drop. She cries out like a mare in heat, even as my two friends try to hold her in place as she bucks and flails.

  “Unnnnh!” comes her melodic wail. “Oh fuck!”

  But Mia doesn’t get a chance to stop because Trace is already waiting. He’s lying right next to me with his mouth open, ready to taste. As if on cue, Howard and Frank lift her up and help her to move to the left so that she can straddle Trace’s face this time. Her shudders haven’t even stopped before she’s riding his lips like a wanton woman.

  “Ooooh!” she cries out. “Oh god!”

  Her second climax comes even faster than her first. Trace is busily gulping and lapping at her folds when suddenly, Mia jerks and a hot flood of honey hits his tongue. Like a good man, Trace also drinks it up.

  Howard and Frank then make to help Mia shift over to George, except George is an especially dirty mother fucker. She’s just about to sit square on his lips, when he gestures to our friends to move her forward.

  “You sure?” rasps Frank.

  “I’m absolutely sure,” grins George. “You know I’ve always loved a woman’s back door.”

  With that, Mia’s lowered onto George’s face, but it’s her rusty star that gets tongued this time. At the first swipe, her eyes flick open and she lets out a gasp.

  “What are you doing?” she cries. “That’s dirty! It’s off-limits!”

  The five of us chuckle.

  “No, sweetheart, no part of you is off limits to us. If we want to taste all of your orifices, then we will. If George wants you to come with his tongue stuck deep in your bottom, then you will. Now, just enjoy.”

  She pants heavily as her breasts bobble. It must be such a strange sensation, but evidently, our sweet girl likes it because she gets into the groove, rocking back and forth on George’s lips like a cowgirl swaying in the wind. Sure enough, within minutes, she’s exploding once more, and a hot stream jets out from her pussy, drenching the floor above my buddy’s head.

  “Fuck,” grunts Howard. “She’s a squirter.”

  “That she is,” agrees Frank. “And it’s my turn now.”

  With that, Frank lies down, but this time Mia knows exactly what to do on her own. She gets up while George is still licking his lips and smiles sweetly at Frank.

  “How do you want it?” she asks. “Front or back?”

  “Back,” he replies with a devilish smile. “Your ass cherry must taste so good.”

  With that, Mia lowers herself to Frank’s lips and soon enough, she’s bucking and wailing all over again. She looks absolutely gorgeous with her brown curls tumbling about her shoulders with her face in a rictus of ecstasy. Those sweet pink lips open to form a perfect “O” as her breasts bobble, and I know that Mia’s going to be a good one when it comes time for deep penetration.

  But for now, we’re just at level one of our dirty tryouts. After she comes with Frank’s tongue in her bottom, she gets up again and smiles at Howard.

  “Oh my gosh, I’m so wrung out that my knees are trembling. But I don’t want to forget anyone. How do you like it, big boy? Anything I can do for you?” she coos.

  Howard merely shakes his head silently, gesturing for her to come over. Like a good girl, Mia kneels on top of him, but Howard takes her by surprise. He licks her from her bottom hole all the way to her clit, and grunts when she lets out a shrill shriek of surprise.

  “I saved the best for last, baby girl,” he rasps. “I’m going to taste you both ways.”

  And Howard is as good as his word. He presses open mouth kiss after open mouth kiss to both her holes, savoring her goodness as only a true alpha male can. The four of us surround them as Mia and Howard ascend the peak together, but this time, something different happens. All five of us come as Mia reaches her climax, and the resulting roars echo through the locker room.

  “Fuck!” shouts Trace.

  “Shit!” growls George.

  “Goddamn!” curse Frank, Howard and me in unison. Hot jets of male semen spray over Mia’s curvy body as she lets go herself, and she seems to revel in the attention. The streams of warm jism trail over her breasts and belly as she moans melodically, her eyes closed.

  “Oh yes,” she cries out. “Mmmm!”

  We finish heavily, pumping the last of our seed all over our playthin
g’s beautiful body. And right when we’re just about done, Mia looks up at us slyly.

  “So what do you say boys? Did I pass Level One?”

  We chuckle in unison because not only did Mia pass, but she’s onto Level Two with flying colors.

  5

  Mia

  Oh my god, I can’t believe what’s going on. This is absolutely insane. I went to the men’s locker room last night with every intention of joining the football team, come hell or high water. Little did I know, but they were waiting, and it was so good.

  Because I’ve had a crush on various members of the football team for a long time now. What girl wouldn’t? They’re tall, handsome, and so alpha. Plus, they’re incredible athletes too. I love watching the men exhibit their agility and speed on the field, all the while passing and catching like NFL champions.

  But I can’t believe my luck because the truth is that I’ve had a huge crush on Trace, Troy, George, Frank and Howard for a long time. They’re the stars of the football team with Trace as quarterback, and the other four in a number of different positions. These five men stroll the halls of Ridgewood High each day with the confidence of big men on campus. They wear their letter jackets with ease, and more than a few girls simper and giggle whenever they come near.

  “So how did it go?” whispers my friend Anne to me.

  I turn to look at Anne. She’s like me, a gymnast, so we’re both short. In fact, Anne is even tinier than me. She’s probably only four foot eleven, but her small body is muscular and powerful. Her chest is barrel-like, and her legs have incredibly defined calves that help her shoot like a cannon off of the mount.

  “It was okay,” I say. Anne knows that I went to talk to Coach Moore last night about joining the Razorbacks.

  “Okay? Okay how?” she whispers. We’re in the middle of AP English, so we shouldn’t be talking, but it’s okay. Both my friend and I know the Great Gatsby backwards and forwards, so we’ll be able to answer any questions Mrs. Pringle throws our way.

  “Oh you know,” I say. “He said I could join so long as I get some of the guys to sponsor me.”

  “Sponsor you?” asks Anne, wrinkling her nose. “What does that even mean?”

  I shrug.

  “I guess it means that five guys have to agree to have me on the team, that’s all.”

  Anne squints.

  “Okay, so Mark is one. But what about the other four?”

  “Nope, Mark doesn’t count. I guess Coach Moore figured that my brother would definitely vote for me, so I have to find five other guys.”

  Anne looks confused.

  “But who? I mean, you know I love you Mia, but who’s going to support your candidacy? Unless you offer to be their water boy, or water girl in this case, I can’t imagine that any of them will actually want to see you on the field.”

  I try to look casual.

  “I don’t know. Well, I do,” I amend. “I made it clear that I’m not going to act in any type of support position. I’m not going to be their water girl, nor am I going to be their masseuse, their personal trainer, or their nutritionist. I am there as a player, and I expect to be given playing time.”

  Anne merely looks at me with disbelief.

  “Really?”

  “Yes, really,” I say below my breath. “You know what Title IX is right? I threatened bringing a Title IX lawsuit unless they let me join.”

  “You did?” Anne gasps. “That’s really ballsy! But that’s not going to make you a lot of friends.”

  I shoot her a wry smile.

  “Okay, I didn’t threaten a lawsuit exactly, but I did say I was going to talk to our Title IX rep up in Sacramento. And Coach Moore bought it,” I add.

  My friend nods.

  “Okay Mia, but still. Even with the Title IX threat out there, how are you going to get five guys to support your candidacy? I mean, this is the old boys club. They’re not going to want a girl on the field.”

  I shoot her another wry smile.

  “Annie, you just have to have faith sometimes. This is the twenty-first century, and we deserve to be out there. Sure, football is a traditionally male sport, but that doesn’t mean that women can’t play. It doesn’t mean that we’re not tough enough, strong enough, or resilient enough to catch and throw a pigskin. We’re gymnasts, Anne. If anything, we’ll be even tougher on the grid iron than these men.”

  My friend nods slowly. After all, what I’m stating is true. Gymnastics is a grueling sport. Many women training at the elite level practice for five or six hours a day, in addition to a couple hours in the weight room and doing cardio. They also lead extremely structured lives when it comes to nutrition and sleep, and the result are female bodies honed to athletic precision.

  “Yes but football is football,” says Anne again. “I mean, there’s Sunday afternoon football, Monday night football, the NFL, the AFL, and god knows how many youth leagues. But it’s all men. There’s no place for women, except in those ridiculous powder puff football scrimmages.”

  I stare at Anne.

  “I know, but that’s where we’re going to make a difference. The NFL is a huge business opportunity, and why do only men get to profit? I mean, sure, there are female executives, but my hunch is that they’re paid nothing. There are cheerleaders, but did you know that they only get minimum wage? It’s a travesty, I tell you.”

  Anne thinks some more, and then nods suddenly.

  “You know what, Mia? You’re right,” she says with a firm tone to her voice. “I absolutely support you in this quest, and I think you’re doing the right thing. It’s not easy to break gender barriers, and it’s even harder to go it alone the way you are. So let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.”

  I smile at her.

  “Tell Coach Ledbetter to get off my back about that new Biles dismount,” I say. “Only Simone Biles is good enough to do that dismount in competition, and I’d be a fool to try it.”

  Anne grins.

  “I know, right? But that’s what I love about you, Mia. You’re fearless, and Coach is only on you because you’re the only one who could possibly master it. If not you, then whom?”

  I think for a bit. Anne’s right. I’ve always been something of a maverick, and ready to break barriers and push through ceilings at the drop of a hat. If Simone Biles can do it, then I can too. If the football team is going to let women play, then I’m just the woman to be on the field. The only thing is that my training session with Trace, Troy, George, Frank and Harold was so unexpected, and that was only Level One. What happens when we get to Level Two?

  “You okay?” asks Anne curiously. “Your face looks really red.”

  Of course, my friend has no idea of what I just did in the locker room with my five lovers, so I shake my head.

  “I’ll be on that team soon enough,” I assure her. “Just you wait.”

  Anne shoots me an admiring look.

  “I know you will, Mia. You are definitely a go-getter no matter the odds, and I know I can’t stop you.”

  I nod because Anne is right. She can’t stop me. I’m going to sample Level Two with these five studly football players, and it’s going to happen sooner rather than later.

  6

  Howard

  “Mia, how could you?” I ask. We’re at the library, pretending to study, but actually we’re grilling the curvy girl right now.

  “How could I what?” she asks with confusion coloring her pretty face. “What did I do?”

  Trace lets out a growl.

  “You never should have told your friend about us.”

  Mia looks at us and then lets out a laugh.

  “Oh you mean, Anne? Why does it matter? Anne and I have been friends since middle school, and besides, I didn’t tell her anything, not really. I didn’t tell her about our escapade in the locker room, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

  “Well, at least you got that one right,” grunts Frank.

  Mia shoots him a dirty look.

  “For
your information, I am not Miss Looselips or what have you. I just told her about the bargain I made with Coach Moore. How if I got five players to sponsor me, then I could be on the team.”

  I shake my head with frustration.

  “Yeah, but did you ever think that word would get out, and then other girls would want to try out too? Then, the entire Ridgewood High football team will be swarmed with girls trying to get these so-called “sponsorships.” Regionals start next week. We don’t want our players to be distracted.”

  Mia stares at me, before turning to look at my fellow teammates.

  “For your information, I don’t think just any girl is going to try out for the Razorbacks. I mean, I’m on the gymnastics team, and a real athlete. It’s not like girls who do Glee Club or Math Olympics are going to be signing up. They shudder at the thought of a direct hit, and avoid contact sports at all costs.”

  Troy snorts.

  “That’s what you think, but in fact it’s not true. A bunch of girls have already begun emailing Coach Moore about trying out, and it’s all because you spoke up.”

  Mia looks at me with surprise.

  “Are you serious?”

  I nod.

  “Hell yeah. What are we supposed to do, give them all a chance at trying out? Playing football isn’t for everyone, and we don’t have time on our hands to amuse these people. I wish they would go away.”

  Mia gets indignant then.

  “You mean, you wish these women would stop making their voices heard,” she says in a frigid tone. “You’d prefer that they remain silent, with their heads bowed.”

  I sigh, my shoulders slumping.

  “Mia, you’re taking words out of my mouth and twisting them. You know that’s not what I meant because this isn’t The Handmaid’s Tale. I just wish that these women wouldn’t keep … I don’t know, getting in our way.”

  She sits up ramrod straight then.

  “Yeah, but maybe that’s a good thing! I mean, women have been lagging behind since the beginning of time. They’ve been afraid to make their needs known, and most times, we just scrabble in the dust for whatever crumbs men throw our way. Maybe this time, the women see an outlet to change, and they want to take advantage of it.”