Girl Trouble

by Amanda Clover

  I'm in a daze. Football has been my whole life since middle school. It was my future. I was going to one of the big football schools and then maybe pro. Now I am getting cut in favor of a shithead with no arm like Alex. My only consolation is that he's a cocky bastard who won't listen to coach and will end up throwing picks. But I don't want to see my team lose. I want to bring home a title my senior year.

  I shuffle out into the hall. Coach is saying stuff to make me try to feel better. He recedes into the background, but I realize Alex is still walking beside me.

  "Hey, Harrison," he says. "I think Wyatt was looking for you. Said he wants to ask you to homecoming."

  Alex starts laughing. I want to deck him, but I know I don't have the punch I had a couple days ago.

  "I have a date to homecoming," I snap back.

  "Oh, yeah? You might want to check with Pepper."

  I do check with Pepper. My heart falls as she tells me. I'm still in a daze from being cut from the team, so maybe her words don't penetrate the fog quite as painfully, but it still hurts. She is not just canceling our homecoming arrangement, she is dumping me. And she is telling me she is going to the dance with Alex. She gives me some more bullshit like coach did about things changing back. But I get it. I'm a bimbo with big tits who gets to be fucked by half the school. Alex Kuntzman gets to be me. He gets to have my life.

  "I understand," I say to Pepper. "It's okay."

  Way, totally, completely not okay. Like, burst into tears in the girls' bathroom, tears streaming down my face through my mascara not okay. It's so bad I have to go into a stall and cry to myself. When I finally get it together, I do my best to fix my makeup and hurry to my next class. I'm late and I feel the eyes of every guy in the room boring into my shirt as I head to my desk.

  I barely hear a word said the rest of the day. I spend my time imagining what my stupid life as a stupid slut is going to be like. I'm going to be like a total stripper or street hooker or something. I'm going to be like blowing truckers and having sex with weirdoes in their cars for money. It's all I'm good for now without football. Alone without Pepper.

  At the end of the day, I tell Pepper I'll find another ride home, that I have to stay after to talk to Dr. Guttenberg.

  "Maybe he has a cure for you," she offers.

  "Yeah, maybe so," I say.

  "Hey, look," she puts her arms around me. "I'm sorry about lunch today. You know, I don't have feeling for Alex, it's just...I'm the head cheerleader and the head cheerleader..."

  "I get it. Homecoming. Football. I get it all." I push away from her. "I gotta go. Doc is waiting for me."

  For once, it's true. Dr. Guttenberg is waiting for me when I arrive in the classroom. He closes and locks the door behind me. I see he has several bottles and a long, glass tube, like a turkey baster almost sitting on his desk. There is a towel hanging off of the end of his desk.

  "Please," he motions to the towel. "I need to administer this does, um, rectally. So bend over or lie on your back, whichever is more comfortable."

  I don't even think twice about it. If this has any chance of working, I'm willing to let him stick things up my butt. Don't get me wrong, still holding out some hope I can be a guy, not really loving things going in there, you know. But I'll do what it takes.

  "I'll bend over," I say, unbuttoning my jeans. "Will it hurt?"

  "Oh, no, no, no. I have some lubrication. I will be very careful. If anything...well...just bend over, Brianna."

  I take a deep breath and peel my jeans and panties down from my round, feminine bottom. Doc's eyes widen at the sight of the luscious paleness of my ass. I lean forward onto my elbows on the towel spread over the desk. I watch over my shoulder as Doc steps up behind me.

  "Ah, if you could, spread your buttocks for me..."

  "Like this?" I ask, unable to stop myself from smiling nervously as I grab one soft cheek and pull my ass wide to expose the pink wrinkle of my anus.

  Doc can only nod in response to the obscene sight. He turns to the instruments on his table and picks up a jar filled with clear liquid. He unscrews the top and dips two fingers into the liquid. I take a deep breath as he slathers the slick fluid onto my sensitive wrinkle, pressing gently as he moves his fingers in a clockwise motion, circling my clenching ring. He pushes with one fingertip and the slickness of the lubricant overcomes my pucker. His fingertip slides into my ass.

  "Oooooh," I moan at the unfamiliar sensation.

  "Yes, that's it," says the professor, gently fucking his finger into my tight little hole. "Just relax, Brianna."

  "Nnnn! It feels so tight, Doc."

  "It is, my dear. Very tight. But I'll relax you a little more."

  He pushes with another finger, massaging the rim of my clenching wrinkle until he can work it inside as well. He pours some of the liquid from the jar down the crack of my ass and pulls both fingers out to allow the slick fluid to ooze into my lightly gaped asshole. His fingers quickly slip back inside my passage and he fucks me with them.

  "Have you been having any vaginal intercourse, Miss Harrison?"

  "No," I quickly answer. "Not, uh, not today. There was one incident yesterday, but he pulled out of me."

  Wyatt. We both got so turned on and before I knew what was happening he was taking my girl virginity. Doc had warned me about having sex. A warning he repeats.

  "Vaginal intercourse is very risky. Even if the man withdraws. It is not perfect protection and if you become pregnant..."

  "Oooohh," I moan from his fingering. "I'll never turn back."

  "That's right," he says, fucking his fingers into me a little harder as if for emphasis.

  It feels too good for me to resist. I reach between my legs and feel the hard bud of my clit. I strum my aching pleasure button and drop my tits onto Dr. Guttenberg's desk. I drop my face to the cool wood and let out a long moan.

  "That's good, yes," says Doc. "Whatever relaxes you. Pleasuring yourself is perfectly within the parameters."

  With all of the lubrication, his fingers working in and out of my ass make lewd slurping sounds. This only adds to the debased lust I am feeling. My body is so exposed with my ass raised like this. I grind my hips and thrust against my fingers which means when my hips work back I am thrusting back against Doc's fingers in my ass.

  Just as I feel myself on the verge of an orgasm, his slides his fingers out of my ass and leaves me clenching against nothing. I lift my head and look back in disappointment just in time to see him bringing up that turkey baster completely filled with creamy blue liquid. He adjusts his eyeglasses on his nose and then I feel that tapered tip against my tender hole. I slosh my fingers into my cunt and try to remain perfectly still.

  "This should not hurt a bit," he says and pushes, the baster barely thicker than his fingers as it skewers my well-prepared asshole.

  "Ooooohh," I cry, enjoying every inch of the cool, rigid plastic as it slips up my butt.

  "There we are, now...I'll just give you a little squeeze and you tell me how this feels."

  Doc squeezes the bulb and I feel the cool pump of the liquid pushing into the depths of my bowels. At first it just feels like a pressure. A little fullness like I need to go to the bathroom. Not exactly pleasant. Then warmth starts to build inside me. It seems to soak into my guts and it feels really good. Like everything is melting into a big gooey ball of pleasure inside me.

  "Oh, Doc, it feels so good."

  "That's good," he smiles and gently removes the baster from my raised ass. "This one should not have the full fast-acting effect as the other one. If it works, you will have some indications in the morning."

  I start to stand up and Doc rests a hand on my back, pushing me back down over the desk.

  "I think before you go, I should conduct a little experiment. Have you ever...had anal intercourse?"

  "Yes," I say. "When I was a guy I did Pepper in her butt a couple times. She seemed to like it."

  "Ah, that's not what I meant."

  "I knowww," I
tease and wag my buns from side to side. "You want to stick that big, thick mad scientist dick up my ass."

  "Well, that is not exactly, ah, what--"

  "C'mon," I say, lifting my head from the desk and watching him stare at my teasing ass. "Fuck me, Dr. Guttenberg. Fuck my tight little teenage ass."

  He doesn't waste any time. He has his fat cock out of his pants in seconds, the cock I sucked off only a few hours earlier. It seems huge and suddenly I am a little nervous. It's too late. He skins it back and presses the tip to my lube asshole. I bite my lip and let out a grunt as he pushes into my tender ring, stretching me much wider than my finger and filling the pleasant warmth of my ass with inch after inch of hard cock.

  "That is quite nice," he groans. "I have not engaged in anal intercourse in many years."

  "I hear...oohhh...it's like riding a...nnnn...bicycle."

  He takes it slow at first, fucking in and out of my pink pucker. That doesn't last too long. He soon grabs me by my waist and hunches over me as he pounds his cock deep into my clenching hole. I resume fingering my soaking fuckslit and softly begging for him to "fuck me, fuck me with that big dick."

  My orgasm feels really weird inside me, like tremors shaking that jelly he squirted into my ass with the baster. My guts start jiggling and clenching and before I know it, Doc is moaning about how he is going to cum.

  "Cum inside me!" I moan. "Fill me with your cum!"

  His cock seems to swell as big as a gourd and my clenching butt squeezes back against it until I feel it start to twitch. It throbs and pumps and warm spunk gushes deep into my ass. It feels so bad and good at the same time that I want to cum again myself. I fuck back on his fat cock, taking his load deep inside me as I realize I've just been butt fucked for the first time and had a guy totally cum in my ass. If that doesn't make me a woman or gay, then I don't know what does.

  "I can't...I can't...please pull out," I say, suddenly struck by that realization.

  He twitches one last time, firing a last rope of cum into my ass, and then he slowly pulls his cock out of me with a hot slurp of suction. I gasp as his cock leaves me exposed, his cum drooling out of my well-fucked ass and down my pussy. As if to remind me that I'm not just a woman now, but a huge slut who drives guys crazy.

  It's then that I notice the clock on the wall. 4:59 PM. If I don't get to the field house immediately, I am going to be more than just fucked in my ass. I am going to be ruined.

  "Oh, no! I have to go!"

  No time to clean up or anything. I pull my panties on with a squish and pull up my jeans.

  "I have to go, Doc. I'll, uh, I'll let you know tomorrow how the drug worked."

  "Ah, yes, well, uh thank you for, uh--"

  I leave Doc stammering there and trying to tuck his fat cock back into his pants. The door closes behind me as I run out into the hall. I feel a bit sore in my butt. Not too bad. I think the worst part is that the damn chemical he squirted into my ass has me all turned on still. I am ready to go again and I can feel just how juicy things are getting in my panties.

  No time to deal with any of it. I have to get to the field house or my life is ruined. Unfortunately, it's pouring rain outside. And it's cold. My shirt and hair are soaked as I run across the practice field towards the solitary bunker-like building where they keep most of the equipment. I'm shivering and steam is gusting out of my mouth by the time I reach the door.

  "Hello?" I call, pushing it open and stepping inside.

  The field house is made out of cinderblocks and has these little windows the size of cinderblocks up high. Like a basement or something. The lights are off and I can't find the switch as I fumble into the gray-lit room and nearly trip over a big sack of kickballs. I catch myself on the frame of a practice soccer net. It smells like leather and plastic and mildew in here.

  "Is anyone here?" I ask, rubbing the goose bumps on my arms as I try to get warm.

  "You're late," comes the answer from the darkness. "I almost sent the pictures."

  Isaac Schmecklinger steps out of the darkness. The pasty-faced weakling has a triumphant smirk on his face.

  "You?" I am too shocked to even be angry at first. I've pushed Isaac around for years. I never imagined he would stand up to me.

  "Brian Harrison," he says. "You look so different these days. I hear you're calling yourself Brianna now."

  "I'm going to turn back," I say. "And when I do--"

  "You'll beat my ass?" He takes another step closer. "You'll shut me in a locker? Give me a swirlie while your jock friends stand around and laugh? Or maybe you'll trash my science project like you and your slut girlfriend did on Monday. You know, I got a C on that project."

  "Pretty good," I say.

  "I haven't received a C on a science project since elementary school. That might bump me off the valedictorian spot."

  "Look, I'm sorry for that. I was, I mean, I can be a jerk."

  "Oh, yes, but you're going to make up for all that."

  "I should kick your ass right now," I say, taking a step towards him.

  He holds up the phone.

  "One tap and it's all over. Everyone in the school sees it and not just pics. There are videos on here. And I've backed it all up too. So don't think you can trash my phone."

  "What do you want from me?"

  His smile becomes lecherous. I don't like the way he is looking at my rain soaked body. My nipples are painfully hard under the cold fabric. I fold my arms over my chest to cover my breasts.

  "You're going to be my date to homecoming," says Isaac.

  "C'mon, man," I whine. "Is that...I mean, I have a girlfriend."

  "Pepper is going with Alex Kuntzman."

  Just a reminder, yes, that is his real last name. Isaac must be following half the school around if he knows that already. Although my girlfriend dumping me to go with Kuntzman to the homecoming dance is the sort of hot gossip that would spread like wildfire.

  "I'm not a real girl," I say.

  "You look real," says Isaac, taking a step closer. "You smell real."

  All I can smell is the field equipment and maybe Isaac's acne medication. Then I remember the pheromones. That might explain why he takes a step closer and feels entitled to run his hand up my arm and gently pull them away from your chest.

  "Show me," he says.

  "Show you what?" I snap.

  "Don't make me threaten you...Brianna." He tilts his head and looks down at my legs and wet jeans. "Besides, you're soaking wet. You should take those off before you catch something."

  Realizing I have no choice, I begin to undress. This isn't a striptease. Not even like the time I undressed for coach and took my time. Once I am committed to taking off my clothes in front of this skinny nerd, I am all about getting it over with. I peel the tight wetness of my shirt off over my head, exposing my jiggling, bra-cradled titflesh. I take off my jeans and slide my panties down my thighs. The bra comes off last and I can see the smugness on Isaac's face quickly replaced with hot lust as he confronts the reality of being in an enclosed space with a fucking totally hot naked babe like me.

  "Satisfied?" I demand, cocking my hips to one side and resting my hands on them as he tries to take in my curves in the gray light. Rain rattles on the cheap roof of the field house. It streaks the windows and reflects light down my body so it looks like the rain is pouring over me.

  "Um, now you have to kiss me," he says and he holds up the phone like I might've forgotten.

  "Oh, you want a little kiss?" I ask.

  I grab him by his shirt and pull him against me. He drops the phone as my lips press against his and I drive my tongue into his mouth. The kiss muffles a surprised cry from Isaac. After a moment, his instincts take over. I feel his hands on my body, exploring me eagerly as our kiss melts together in the rain-swept field house. His hand reaches between my legs and fumbles at my slick entrance. He rubs my lips and manage to touch my clit, sending a wave of pleasure through me.

  I return the favor, stroking him through his
khaki pants. His hard prick presses against my palm. I give him a squeeze and he moans deeply into my mouth. I pull my lips away.

  "Are you a virgin?" I ask.

  "Y-yeah," he says. "Don't tell anybody."

  It's my turn to smirk as I crouch down in front of him and open his pants. He's muttering about how he can't believe what's happening. To be honest, I really can't either. Blackmailed by the biggest dork in school and about to suck his cock without even being asked. I touch myself as I peel down his tighty whities. His cock is extremely hard and almost crimson with his straining lust. It's not very thick and not very long. Not tiny, I guess, but like just below average.

  I grasp it with one hand and give him a squeeze. He trembles as if he is about to cum just from that first contact. I'd better go slow with him. My first time was long ago, but it was certainly nothing for the record books. I lean down slowly, looking up at his ugly face as I bring my lips to the tip of his cock. It smells like body spray.

  "Have you ever had your cock sucked?" I ask him.

  "N-no," he says. "Are you going to do that?"

  I nod for him and as I nod I let my lips brush against the head of his cock. The third nod and I open my mouth and slide him between my lips. I give him one good suck, hollowing my cheeks, and I might as well have sucked on a straw full of cum. A huge load of Isaac's spunk shoots onto my tongue, down my throat, and in a gooey mess down my chin. I bob my lips and moan around him, draining out his load and swallowing it as soon as it hits my mouth.

  "Mmmmmm," I moan and slow my sucking. My lips pop free and I look up at him, a little beard of his cum jiggling on my chin. I scoop it up and push it into my mouth while I bat my eyelashes at my big, scary blackmailer. "Did that feel good?"

  I give his cock a squeeze and loudly slurp off the bead of cum that oozes out of the head of his cock. I am impressed that he is still hard after that huge throat-pasting load he gave me. He shudders from sensitivity.

  "Y-yeah," he said. "That felt...oh..."

  I stand up and give him another kiss, letting him taste his own spunk on my lips. He doesn't seem to mind as I continue to squeeze and tease his prick. I pull his face down to my tits and he immediately starts sucking on my nipples. It's weird to have a guy worshipping tits you just sprouted a couple days ago, but that's definitely what Isaac does. He moans and squeezes them and buries his face in them. He slurps and nips at my nipples and stretches them in the suction of his mouth.