My Brother's Teammates

by Cassandra Dee

  “Fuck,” he curses with each shove of his hips. “Fuck yeah.”

  It’s an amazing change and I tilt my head back and let out another melodious moan. Mmm, I love absorbing men this way and we’ll definitely be doing it like this again.

  But Frank is excited and within minutes, he too is blasting all over my fertile fields. I can literally feel his rod pump and jerk inside me as hot juices spray my ovaries.

  “Yes,” I moan. “Give it to me all.”

  With that, I’m exhausted, but there are still two to go. I look at George and Howard’s enormous rods with some trepidation. My cunt is tender now, and I’m not sure if I can do two more.

  But the men sense that my pussy may be too used, and they shift closer together until their shafts are right up against one another.

  “Do a double,” coaxes George, his eyes flaring. “You’ll like it, I promise.”

  My mouth drops open. Are they serious? Do they really want me to take both of their members into my tight hole in one go? Evidently yes because Howard nods.

  “Only a few women have been able to handle a double vaginal sweetheart, and we think you’re one of them. Give it a try, won’t you? I think you’ll like it.”

  Always up for a challenge, I summon my inner nerve and position myself over their dripping tips. Oh my gosh, this is going to be so difficult. After all, I’m a virgin! What virgin can handle five hard rods in a matter of twenty minutes, not to mention two at once?

  But I’ve always been an overachiever, and this time is no exception. I’m here for my Five-Sided Feast, and if sides four and five are offering to combine into one, then who am I to say no? Taking a deep breath, I position both of their heads at my hole and begin the descent.

  “Oooh!” I squeal. “Oh my god!”

  “You’re so fucking tight,” groans George. “It’s unbelievable.”

  “I can’t believe you’re not all stretched out yet,” adds Howard in a strained voice. “What the hell?”

  But sure enough, with some wiggling and squirming, finally I manage to take two huge men all the way up inside me. It certainly helps to have three male deposits acting as our lube, and once they’re deep inside, the men begin to move. They buck their hips in sync, George going up as Howard goes down, and then Howard bucking up as George goes down. I’m filled with hard, thick meat at all times and it’s just too damn good.

  This time, I’m the one who bursts. I throw my head back and scream to the high heavens, letting out a wail that would raise the dead. George and Howard also explode, their hot jism spraying into my interior without abandon, seeding me with their virility.

  “Oh my god, I love it so much!” I shriek. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  “Fuck,” roars George. “Oh shit!”

  Because I really am that girl. I’m the one who was a thorn in these five men’s sides. I was annoying, impertinent, and worst of all stubborn. But Mia Pierce always gets her way because here I am, drenched in five men’s hot jizz, and I don’t want to be anywhere else in the world.

  10

  George

  My knees are shaking in the men’s locker room.

  “Take a seat,” directs Trace, ever the captain in charge. “You’re going to be fine, George.”

  After all, it’s the Finals of the State Championships. We’re out here playing against the Armadillos and yet I just don’t care. The only thing I can think about is Mia, and she’s the only woman that I want. I don’t care about touchdowns. I don’t care about completed passes or yards rushed. All I care about is our beautiful girl and taking care of her.

  After all, our time with her has been insane. After that session in the library, Mia smiled beatifically at us while pulling her clothes on once more.

  “Are you guys going to get up?” she asked in a coy tone. “Or should I send the hall monitors to come get you?”

  We sat up then, both feeling and looking dazed. After all, what just happened was incredible. A beautiful virgin gifted us her cherry, and not only that, but took all five of us within a span of twenty minutes. Our spunk was currently dripping from her sweetest spot, and yet she didn’t have a hair out of place.

  “That last part was good, wasn’t it?” Mia asked conversationally while checking her make-up in a compact. Carefully, she applied some lip gloss before pressing her lips together and making a smooching noise. “I liked taking you both at once, George and Howard.”

  The top of my head just about blew off right then and there. After all, what sweet girl does a double vaginal, and during her first time, no less? Clearly, Mia is the one for us, and we had underestimated her. She’s ready for the big time, and nothing we, nor the school, could say would make a difference.

  The guys and I looked at one another as we got dressed. I paused for a moment before pulling up my jeans. Holy fuck. Just as anticipated, there was a dark ring of red at the base of my cock, and it was proof of Mia’s purity.

  Quickly, I looked at my brothers. They were also similarly paused while getting dressed because they too had just noticed the red on their huge members. It wasn’t always a ring at the base, like it was with me. Instead Trace had a streak of red on the left side of his rod, whereas Frank had a tell-tale smear of scarlet on the right side of his hardness.

  “Mia,” I begin in a low tone. “You did something amazing. You gave us your innocence, and we will be forever grateful to you for that.”

  She smiles at me, while tucking herself back into that tiny skirt.

  “I know,” she says simply.

  “You know?” Troy asks while buttoning his jeans. “What does that mean?”

  She smiles at him again while pulling up her knee-high socks. Holy cow, the outfit is absolute girlish flirtation, and I’m ready to tear off her uniform again and ravish her right now.

  But Mia merely finger combs her hair and shoots us a bright look.

  “I know you’ll do what’s right,” she says. “After all, you are my Five-Sided Feast, and it doesn’t get better than that. I loved being with you, and I think we have an amazing future from here on out.”

  Those words keep ringing in my ears. Five-Sided Feast. Amazing future. What did she mean?

  The mystery has been keeping me on edge for weeks now, and I’m losing my concentration. Back in the locker room during half time, I look up at Trace with an urgent expression.

  “I can’t stop thinking about Mia, my brother. I need her. I want her to be happy and playing football doesn’t mean anything to me anymore.”

  Trace shoots a long look my way.

  “This isn’t the right time, George. We’re in the middle of the Championships. The fucking Armadillos are on our back, and we need to get our shit together.”

  I nod unhappily. By now, the other four men have gathered around me, and we huddle tightly in the locker room. What our other teammates think, I have no idea, but it can’t be good that we’re in a private scrum when we should be discussing game stats with everyone else.

  “Listen George,” begins Troy. “Things are going to be fine. Mia is fine. She’s a survivor, and she always lands on her feet.”

  I snort.

  “I know that, but I want Mia to be happy, and I just don’t think she has been ever since she gave up her pledge to start playing men’s football. We all know what she sacrificed for us, and it’s not cool. Who are we to get in the way of a feminist wave? Who gives a shit about this stupid sport? It’s not like we’re going to play football in college or in the NFL.”

  That shuts up my buddies because I’m right. We’re good, but we’re not at the level where we’ll be recruited for Division I schools with a shot at the pros. Sure, there’s been some interest from Division III schools like Occidental and Pomona, but what’s the point? We’ll be risking our lives, not to mention the blown-out knees and constant concussions that come with playing football.

  “You know you love this sport,” says Trace in a tight voice. “We all do. We’re competitors.”

  I shake my h
ead miserably, but it’s Howard who speaks.

  “We are competitors, but we’re also men who have bright futures. George is right. I don’t want to sacrifice my physical health for some stupid plastic trophy. I don’t want the peak of my life to be tonight, with the screaming cheerleaders and parents in the stands. I want my life to grow and to change, and to peak in my fifties, if not sixties. I can’t do that if I’m suffering tinnitis and arthritis.”

  “Plus,” adds Troy. “I do feel shitty about this whole Title IX thing. We asked Mia to drop the crusade, and she did, but at what cost? What does that make us? Are we unwitting patrons of male privilege? Do we expect things to go our way because we’re handsome bastards who were born at the right time, in the right place?”

  All five of us fall silent then. Fuck, Troy could be right. After all, we were born to upper middle-class Americans in the ritzy suburb of Ridgewood. We attend Ridgewood High, which has loads of AP and honors classes, and we’re likely all going to attend good colleges next year. Meanwhile, there are people in the next town over, who don’t have these opportunities. The Armadillos, for example, are from Armonk, and they have a shitty school beset by gang violence and constant break-ins.

  “So what do we do?” asks Howard in a low voice. “We’re in the middle of a football game. It’s halftime. Do we just walk out?”

  The five of us stop to think. Meanwhile, some buddies stride over.

  “Everything alright here?” asks Mark Pierce, his voice mild as always. “You guys doing okay?”

  Suddenly, inspiration strikes. My head jerks up and my eyes are filled with blue fury.

  “We have to let Mia play,” I say in a determined voice. “It’s only right and it’s only fair.”

  Immediately, the men around my begin to shake their heads and cuss.

  “No fucking way,” says Red Carlson. “It’s the fucking Championships. Have you lost your mind?”

  “Not to mention, where the fuck is she?” adds Leland Mirabolt. “How would we even locate her?”

  But we of the Five-Sided Feast rise to an imposing height and stare down these losers.

  “We’ll call her,” Trace says in a deep tone. “She’ll come and she’ll play a few minutes. It’ll be fine.”

  Leland snorts.

  “Do you see the scouts out there, Trace? Is this really what you want to do? You want to jeapardize your football career for a woman?”

  That does it. The five of us literally roar then because we’d do more than jeopardize our athletic careers for Mia; we’d give it all up just to see her happy and smiling.

  “We don’t have futures as football players,” snarls Howard. “Not real ones. What are you going to do, play for Oxy on their JV team, Leland? Is that what you had in mind?”

  The smaller man backs off, trembling like a rabbit.

  “No, but I’m just saying. Football is a man’s sport and deserves to be honored as such. Why are you guys being such dickheads?”

  I squint at him.

  “It’s never too late to change your ways,” I say. “And for once in our lives, we’re going to honor women and let Mia have her victory. It’s a real victory that will have positive effects that resonate for much longer than one more high school football game.”

  With that, Frank dials Mia and immediately she picks up. He says a few words and then puts down the phone.

  “She’s coming,” he says, the color high in his face. “We’re going to have a woman play football for the Razorbacks for the first time ever.”

  And with that, hope rises in my chest because I know we’re doing what’s right and true. Mia Pierce has changed our lives with her heart, mind, soul and determination. And now, we want to pay her back by allowing her time on the gridiron as the beating heart of our team.

  11

  Mia

  I’m so excited and my heart is pounding. My ears ring as I look into the bleachers. The cheers of the crowd make my eardrums vibrate, and my knees begin to shake.

  “You’re going to be okay,” whispers Trace while pressing his helmet against mine. “You’re an amazing woman and we respect your mission and purpose. We love you, Mia, and we want to make this about you.”

  I stare into his eyes with tears glazing my own before turning to look at the four other men who surround us. Never have they looked so handsome. George, Frank, Trace, Troy and Howard stand like sentinels in a ring around me: tall, proud, and so masculine.

  Yet it’s not their physical dominance that marks them as alpha males. It’s their sense of honor, and the fact that they are men of the twenty-first century, ready to usher in a new era of modernity and equality.

  “This means so much to me,” I say in a shaking voice. “I can’t believe it’s actually happening, and I know it’s all because of you.”

  Five sets of gleaming eyes seize mine from the caverns of their football helmets.

  “We love you, Mia,” growls George. “Now get out there and show us your stuff!”

  I throw my head back and laugh before sprinting out to the center of the field. Not a few players spank my behind playfully, and the crowd rises to its feet.

  “And here, ladies and gentlemen, we have the groundbreaking Mia Pierce coming onto the field for the Razorbacks. As you know, Mia is an All-American gymnast set to join the UCLA Bruins next year. She will be joining the ranks of storied gymnasts such as Katelyn Ohashi and other NCAA champions! Give a round of applause to Miaaaaaa!” the announcer sings.

  The crowd goes crazy and I wave at the stands. My vision is literally blurry with tears, but I know what I have to do. After all, I’ve always had a mean left leg, and now it’s time for me to kick a field goal. It’s the only job the team could think of where I most likely, wouldn’t get sacked.

  “Three-Two-One … HUTT!” roars Trace. Sure enough, the ball is hiked into his hands, and he places it on its tip, balancing so that it’s ready for my kick. I take a deep breath, lower my head, and then charge forwards. With every ounce of my being, I kick that pigskin high into the air and it sails between the goal posts, no problem.

  After that, I’m mobbed by my teammates. Men jump up and down joyously, not a few knocking my helmet in congratulations.

  “Great work!” shrieks Robby Belfort. “We’re ahead now!”

  “We might just win,” adds Leland Mirabolt with wonder. “Holy fuck!”

  Because my three points have given the Razorbacks the lead, and now, the boys just have to control the field for a little while more. Then, victory will be ours. Coach Moore calls a time-out so that we can strategize, and as we huddle, he singles me out for praise.

  “Great work, Mia,” he says before his voice goes stern once more. “Now I know you fellas are excited but our work isn’t done yet. We haven’t won this game yet, so hold tight. Keep ‘em steady. We just need to wear them down at this point, and victory will be ours.”

  The guys explode onto the field once more, but this time, I stay by the sidelines with a big smile on my face. My work is done for the night, and I’m beaming with happiness and pride. Being a Razorback has lived up to my expectations, and I think that right now, the cheerleaders are actually cheering my name. They’ve made up a new rally that incorporates “M,” “I” and “A,” and are now dancing around while shaking their pom-poms wildly.

  I smile again, tears filling my eyes. Who knew it would be like this? In my self-imposed race to make a difference, I’ve been stubborn, over the top, and impossibly bossy. I’ve done crazy things like seducing men in the locker room and engaging in the Five-Sided Feast. Yet, Trace, Troy, Howard, Frank and George showed their love for me today. They demonstrated that I mean more to them than any stupid rules and regulations, and that they were willing to sacrifice it all for me. My heart beats almost painfully with my passion for them, and I swallow hard to get a hold of my emotion.

  But after the game, all the holds are off. We’re alone in the basement of my parents’ house, and I throw myself into their arms.

 
“You were wonderful,” I say while biting my lip. “We gave those Armadillos a good ass-whoopin’.”

  “That we did,” chuckles Trace as he pulls me tight against his large form. “Their thick skins weren’t enough to withstand the ferocious assault of the Razorbacks.”

  I nod with tears in my eyes.

  “But it wasn’t just that, you guys. It was the fact that you allowed me to get game time in front of all of our peers, our parents, and our fans, not to mention Coach Moore, the State officials, and any NCAA scouts that were out there. Thank you so much,” I say in a choked voice. “It means so much to me that you were willing to make such a concession.”

  Howard’s large hand strokes gently over my curls.

  “It wasn’t a concession, Mia. We love you, and only want what’s best for you, and it was clear that giving you game time in front of the world was the right thing to do. Not just because we adore the ground you walk on but also because we’re modern men. We respect our women. We want them to be treated fairly, paid equally, and given a shot at the highest heights.”

  “Besides,” adds George with a wry smile. “We weren’t giving up that much. Come on, Mia. You know that none of us were recruited to play for a Division I school. I mean, of course the Razorbacks are great and all but it’s because we’re good together as a team. Individually, none of us are NFL-quality material.”

  I swallow the lump in my throat.

  “And that’s why I love you,” I say in a emotional voice. “You’re wise men. Sure, we’re only eighteen, but you know how the land lies and are able to plan accordingly. I don’t have to worry that we’re living in some crazy Sweet Valley High dream because I know this is real, and that I’m bonded to five incredibly intelligent men.”

  With that, I lean forward and kiss them one by one. They seize my mouth, always hungry for more, and this time, I melt into their arms because I want to be with them. Trace, Troy, George, Howard and Frank are balanced alpha males, with heart, soul, and brains, and nothing could deepen our love even more.