“Holy shit...” I felt my breaths coming out in pants. “I really don’t think I can orgasm again today...”
“You orgasmed more than this yesterday.” Coach Dawson grabbed my legs and pulled me towards his engorged cock.
“Are you really expecting me to orgasm this much every day?” My mouth formed a gasp of surprise when I felt Coach Dawson starting to push his cock inside of me.
“You know it.” Hank slid close to me and started to kiss my neck. “It is the reward we all want for taking care of you. I don’t think you’ll be doing very much complaining.”
Wow, this is going to be exhausting!
Coach Dawson’s expertise was clear as he started slow and began to build up his thrusts as the lust inside of me started to come alive yet again. There was something about having an experienced older man in my pussy that none of the young studs quite understood. With enough practice, they would all be as good as Coach Dawson. He was still athletic and stacked with muscles, despite his insistence that he just maintained what he had. Any woman would have been lucky to have a man his age crawling into their bed every night, whether they were a teenager or a grandmother. He built our pleasure together, stacking the sensations until both of us were panting with desire for our climax. He was the sixth man to make me cum during the session and when I felt it rolling out of me, I was almost certain that was it. I knew I still had Hank’s enormous cock to go, but I was spent, even if I wanted to give him the reward he asked for.
“I bet you think you can’t have another one.” Hank chuckled as he pulled me to the edge of the bed and rolled me over onto my stomach. “I know what you really like.”
“Do you now?” I looked over my shoulder as he brought the flat surface of his palm down on my ass.
“I’ll have you begging for another orgasm before I even start fucking you.” He brought his hand down again and spanked the other side of my ass.
“Don’t hurt her, Hank.” I could hear Jerrod’s voice laced with a bit of concern.
“It’s okay.” I looked up and moaned as Hank spanked me again. “I like it.”
“Damn that’s hot.” Roger let out a sigh. “Can I try that sometime?”
“Of course.” I bit my lip with a smile as Hank gave me a harder one that landed across both sides of my ass.
Hank’s expertly placed smacks had me turned on in no time. I spread my legs further apart as he spanked me and he moved between them, pushing his enormous cock against me from behind. I pushed up and felt his hands squeeze my tender ass as he drove himself deep. The spanking wasn’t enough to hurt, but it made my ass sting a little bit, which made me even wetter than I had been previously. His cock was so big that it stretched my g-spot constantly, never moving from it while he fucked me. The spanking had already started to build up my orgasm so when Hank’s cock thundered across my g-spot with quick thrusts, I was shaking with the building pressure. The spanking seemed to turn Hank on as well, because I felt his pulsating cock ready to unload when he landed a few dozen strokes inside of me. He picked up the pace and I started to orgasm, feeling my body erupt while he ejaculated. By the time his cock was spent, I was barely able to keep my eyes open in the afterglow of bliss.
“We’ll let you rest for a bit.” Coach Dawson leaned over and kissed my neck. “Then we’ll be back for round two.”
“Round two?” I felt my exhausted eyes open wide in surprise.
Holy shit.
True to their word, all seven of them returned one by one to lay claim to my exhausted body again. By the time they were done with me again, I was almost numb to their touch, but savoring each of them when they came for me. It seemed like nothing could stop me from enjoying sex, no matter how many times they fucked me. They finally hit the field late, but with Coach Dawson on their side, it didn’t seem like it would matter. They returned that evening for round three, and I learned my limits were higher than I ever dreamed. The days started to pass and our time together in bed started to slow down with the season approaching. The preseason games were easy for the team, and I was there to cheer them on. When we made our way to Atlanta for our opening game, they were like dynamite on the field. The six players seemed unstoppable as the season continued—both in the bedroom and on the field. Even Coach Dawson seemed to have a new passion for the game; almost as furious as his passion for me. When the Big Game finally came, the team walked into it undefeated and ready to wear their championship rings. I knew there was nothing that could stop them when they were determined because I had felt that determination every single day.
Epilogue — Mia
The championship ceremony was like nothing I could have ever imagined. We kept up our charade and Matt was the one I kissed in public, but when the cameras were gone, I had all seven of them on my lips. With the regular season over, we returned to Coach Dawson’s ranch and I learned how amazing it was to have their undivided attention every day. I felt like a spoiled princess, the queen of their lives, and before long I had a new title looming on the horizon—mother. I wasn’t sure which of them had put the baby inside of me, but they all took care of me like it was their own. I knew the child was going to be lucky to have so many people that cared about it when it finally did make an appearance in the world. I wasn’t sure how I would explain our life to my future son or daughter, but I figured we would find the right way to do it together.
“So, what are we going to name our future quarterback?” Jerrod took a seat and twisted the top off a beer.
“Quarterback?” Matt sat down beside me and rubbed my belly which had finally started to show. “He’s going to be a beast and destroy quarterbacks.”
“It could be a girl.” I looked at the two of them. “She might be a cheerleader just like me.”
“Fuck that.” Coach Dawson shook his head. “I’ve seen what happens to cheerleaders.”
“Are you complaining?” I narrowed my eyes at his sarcasm.
“Not at all.” He chuckled.
“If it is a girl.” Hank raised his beer. “She’ll never have a fucking date, because we’ll kill any mother fucker that shows up at the door.”
“Ain’t that the truth.” Joe nodded and smiled.
“If she’s anything like her mother, she’ll probably be too much for even us to handle.” Chad sipped his beer and shook his head.
“I’ll be happy either way.” Roger tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair. “I just want a healthy baby.”
“Me too.” I rubbed my stomach and smiled.
The baby did turn out to be a boy and when it was time for Charles to arrive, I decided to have the baby at Coach Dawson’s ranch. They arranged for a doctor and a midwife to assist and while some of them wanted to do it at the hospital, I wanted them all to be present for the birth. Making that happen at a hospital was a little complicated. I hardly had to do much to care for my son. They were fighting over him—to the point I thought they were going to come to blows over who got to change the diaper. It was the first time I had seen much hint of jealousy, but it was all in good fun. They spent hours obsessing over his workout routine, who got to throw the football with him every day, and which training camps they wanted him in. Raising anything other than a football player was out of the question.
WITH THE BABY DELIVERED, our trips to the bedroom started up again once I recovered. It was usually just six of them at once instead of seven since one of them took care of Charles, but they took turns until every one of them got their fill. The season was in full swing by the time I did give birth and recover. They were poised to have back to back championship rings, and life was amazing. I never imagined myself having such an arrangement with seven men, but after doing it for a year, it seemed normal. Seven hot, ravenous men that craved every bit of me and took care of our family. It was more than I could have ever wished for, but there was nothing that made me want to change it. I had found the happiness I sought in arms that were totally devoted to me in every way.
The End
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Chapter 1: Heather
The sun had been down for a while and what was supposed to be a great trip to the Appalachian Mountains with friends had turned into a miserable tour of falling snow as I drove down a long, seemingly deserted road. Even the radio had given up on me as I fought between bouts of static for a brief melody of actual music. I didn’t even care if it was a genre I hated if it kept me company and reminded me I wasn’t alone in the world. Each push of the radio’s scan button brought a little bit of hope, but it wasn’t long until the static started again and the music was drowned out.
“Come on. Give me something.” I tapped the radio and hit the scan button again.
My cell phone was dying and I hadn’t even thought to pick up my car charger because I thought I would find the cabin I was searching for long before it ran out of juice. It wouldn’t have helped anyway because the reception was so bad my GPS couldn’t even get a signal. I stared at the spinning circle indicating it was searching for satellites, but it always timed out before anything was found.
Ugh.
I cranked the heater up another notch and tried to peer through the mixture of snow and ice forming on my windshield. The wiper kept pushing it out of my line of sight, but the cold outside was making it harder to defrost as the temperature dropped. I squinted my eyes against the darkness and tried to see with the abysmal light the high beams were managing to produce in the falling snow. Mostly I just got a reflection of snow that seemed to be falling in sheets instead of flakes.
Yeah, this is bad.
The situation was going to turn from bad to dangerous very soon if I didn’t find a road sign to guide me back to civilization. I wasn’t even sure where I took a wrong turn. I tried to remember the landmarks and follow my GPS even when the signal went out, but I had made a terrible mistake somewhere along the way. The road stretched on, my eyes got weary, and the gas meter signaled that the end of my journey was coming fast.
“Please, just a bar. A half a bar? A quarter of a bar?” I picked up my cell phone and tried to get a signal but I was still met with nothing. I even tried flipping it into airplane mode in hopes of somehow picking up a distant service tower, but it went right back to zero bars when I told it to search for a cellular signal.
Driving around in the dark until my car ran out of gas wasn’t going to help the situation and there was nothing for miles that I could see. It certainly didn’t help that my vision was fairly obscured by the frost on my windshield and the blinding snow falling in front of me. I let my car roll to a stop and kept the engine running as I thought about my situation.
Am I the only person on this freaking road?
I pulled my coat from the bag behind me and opened my door. I just needed to get a lay of the land and see if I could somehow get a signal if I wasn’t confined to my car. My coat did little to protect me from the elements as I wandered away from my headlights with my phone in the air, searching for any sign of service. I was met with a constant row of empty bars, and every step I took plunged me further into the darkness.
“Come on...” I muttered through chattering teeth.
I heard noises in the distance and felt fear creeping up my spine. It was cold, but there were still wild animals out there, especially in the mountains. I turned towards my car and quickly ran back to safety.
Yeah, forget that.
Exiting and entering the vehicle had broken the warm seal I was enjoying from my heater, so I cranked the heater up as high as it would go and blew into my hands. After a few minutes, I could no longer see my breath so I took off my jacket and killed the headlights. It wasn’t like anyone was going to see them anyway.
What in the world am I going to do?
Somewhere in the distance, further up the mountain, was a cabin filled with some of my closest friends. It was supposed to be a party far from civilization, a party that lasted several days. My friends were probably already drunk, and rightfully so. I would have been doing the same thing if I wasn’t lost in the middle of nowhere facing the darkness and starting to panic.
I wasn’t sure how long my car would run if I just left it sitting there with the heater going, but I was certain it wasn’t going to last the night. I had no idea if the road I got lost on was traveled or if I was going to be stuck there until I eventually froze to death.
I peered out every window, looking for some sign of light—any sort of beacon to guide me towards civilization—but the only light I saw was the reflection of the moon peeking through part of a cloud and bouncing off of the snow around me. It was accumulating fast. If I hadn’t gotten started late, I would have made it to the cabin before nightfall and everything would have been fine. I silently cursed my terrible sense of direction.
“Drive until I run out of gas or sit here and hope someone shows up before I run out of gas...” I stammered angrily. “I’m too far down this road to just turn around.”
It was a risk either way. I could get ten miles out of the gas I had left if the screen on my dash was correct, but I had no idea if ten miles would put me any closer to safety. If I just stayed in one spot, I would be able to last a lot longer, but I was gambling on someone finding me. I wished I had Google to tell me what to do instead of needing to rely on my own intuition because I was certain I shouldn’t be trusted to decide my fate in a life or death situation like the one I was in.
Nature seemed to make the decision for me as I realized exactly how tired I was. The adrenaline of the situation was starting to wear off and the coffee cup in my console had been empty for a very long time.
If I was going to be forced to walk, doing it in the daylight seemed like a lot better option than trying to do it in the dark, and I seemed to remember my friends saying we might get bad weather Friday night, but the rest of the weekend was supposed to be clear. If they were right, I would only have to battle melting snow and ice when morning came. I decided that I was there for the night, or until I was found, so I tried to make myself comfortable.
“I’ve slept in a car before.” I said aimlessly. “I’ll just bundle up.”
I felt fear rising inside of me as the gas gauge dropped and finally gave out. Once the engine stopped, the heat that was blowing out of my vents was sorely missed. I had no options after that. If I was going to survive until morning, I was going to have to do it in the cold.
The fog on my windows started to frost over even worse and it got really dark when the moon disappeared behind the clouds that seemed to come together and close the crack. My car didn’t do enough to insulate me from the sounds all around me without the engine running. I could hear the whirling wind whipping against the car and I could hear the trees shaking—creaking. I could even hear the distant howls of a wolf but thankfully it sounded far, far away.
I closed my eyes and tried to force sleep, but while I was tired and drained, I was also starting to get colder. I pulled my coat around me, and then stacked a couple of shirts on top of it. My face was still cold, so I pulled a couple of shirts up over my nose, letting my breath warm them enough to dull the chill.
I felt like a natural survivalist for a moment, somehow managing to improvise with the meager supplies I had to create a cocoon of warmth. I dug into my bag again for more clothes, stuffing them in the seat around me to provide more insulation. When I got to the bottom of the bag, I felt the bottle of wine I had packed as tribute for the communal alcohol pool we planned to drink our way through before the end of the weekend. I thought about it for a couple of minutes and then pulled the bottle out.
“I always get warm when I drink...” I muttered as I started to remove the seal around the top.
I didn’t have a corkscrew and my plan seemed to be for naught as I stared at the bottle, but then I got an idea based on a video I had seen someone post on their social media page. I dug in my purse for a pen and used t
he flat end to start pushing on the cork from the top. It took a little effort and caused most of my covers to get tossed around as I fought with it, but I was finally able to push the cork into the liquid below.
“Victory! Thank goodness something is going my way.” I stared at the cork with a bit of a smile forming on my chilled lips.
Once the cork was shoved through the top of the bottle, I was able to pour some wine into my coffee cup. It had a coffee taste at first, but the wine cut through it quickly. I wasn’t drinking it for the taste at that point. I hoped the wine would not only warm me up a little bit, but also make me tired enough to get some sleep. My stomach was rumbling a bit as well and I didn’t pack any snacks.
Down the hatch. Just drink it.
I stopped worrying after I finished off a couple of cups and felt like I could survive the night without any issues at all. The bulletproof feeling I often got after a few drinks came on quickly when the wine mixed with the emptiness of my stomach. The alcohol started to warm me up significantly after about an hour and I was feeling a lot better. The tips of my fingers were no longer cold to the touch and the blood was coursing through my extremities with ease once again. I still wasn’t tired, but I was feeling something else taking over—another urge that I often felt when I had a few drinks.
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