Cuckolded by the Football Team, complete series, #1–3 (Bride, first time, fertile, cheating, forbidden)

by Anya Aurelie

  My wedding dress was still on, and I began to reach beneath the heavy skirt to finger my bare pussy, make sure I was ready to be fucked, when I felt Johnny tense up.

  “Holly,” he groaned, “take my cum.”

  In shock, I stared up at him as his face contorted in pleasure, and a moment later his cock throbbed in my mouth and I felt the streams of his jizz pour out of him and down my throat as he moaned and moaned.

  Then he pulled out of my mouth and collapsed on the bed. “Mmm, thank you,” he said. “Ready for bed?”

  “What?” I asked, maybe a little too sharply. “No, I’m not! What about me?”

  “Hmm?” he asked, looking up through heavy eyelids. I could tell he was about to fall asleep.

  “You got to come,” I said, feeling the anger rising in my chest. “What about me?”

  Johnny looked confused. “Oh…” he said, and then, “Holly, come on. We have the rest of our lives for that. Come to bed.”

  My eyebrows shot up in an expression I knew was unbecoming for a bride, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t believe how selfish Johnny was being.

  “Are you kidding me?” I asked in disbelief, but I knew already that there was no point. Johnny’s eyelids were sinking further and further toward closed, and I stared at him for a moment as his breathing got shallow and even. He had fallen asleep on top of the covers, in his tuxedo, with his flaccid cock still hanging out above the open zipper of his pants.

  I let out an exasperated sigh and sat down in an armchair near the bed, my dress sighing in return as the layers settled around me. I was so horny I could scream. Now that I’d had sex for the first time earlier that day, a whole new world had opened up to me, and I never wanted to do anything else. Certainly not on my wedding night.

  I hoisted my legs up into the chair beside me, knees open, and anchored my feet outside the layers of tulle and lace. Then I reached down between my legs to stroke my slick pussy. I thought about Chase, Johnny’s brother, and how he’d torn my hymen to slip inside of me, to pound me with his dick. I thought about his big and thick his cock had been, how much he’d wanted me, how naughty it had felt, and how good.

  I thought too about Devon and Steve, the two tight ends who’d been Johnny’s groomsmen, who had stopped me after taking photos and before I’d even gone into the reception to let me know that they knew I’d fucked Chase. I remembered the way fear how rolled down my body when they told me they would tell everyone at my wedding what a slut I was for fucking Chase — unless I let them take my body too. I had wanted it so badly, and their threat had been nothing more than an excuse for me, an excuse to do what I wanted to do anyway but knew I shouldn’t. I’d loved how they’d stretched me even wider around their cocks, how they’d taken both ends of my body at once and then filled me with their cum.

  Thinking back on the three of them, my pussy got even wetter, and even more sensitive. I dipped a finger inside of me, then two — the first time I’d ever managed to fit two inside of myself. In the past, my hymen had always gotten in the way. I pushed into myself, remembering their fingers and their cocks, wanting them so badly it hurt.

  Then my fingers glided back out of me and up to my clit, swirling around the little nub until I could hardly stand it. I almost forgot Johnny was even in the room, I was so intent on what I was doing to my body.

  But then, when I was about to come, I stopped. I sat perfectly still for a moment, waiting while my pulse slowed and my breathing returned to normal. This was a waste of time, I decided. After all, when else would I have all my friends and family in town? Hell, I was about to move out of town myself. I might as well enjoy this while I could.

  I stood up, grabbed my room key, and slipped out the door. Johnny’s snore followed me into the hallway.

  Downstairs, I saw a few of my guests heading toward the parking lot, but they were too far away to call out to them. I pushed open the door to the ballroom, hoping not too many people had left, and was disappointed to find only Kaylie, my wedding planner, helping the caterer pick up dirty dishes from the abandoned tables.

  “Did everyone leave already?” I asked, hoping the disappointment didn’t show too much in my voice.

  “Honey, what are you doing here?” Kaylie asked, looking confused. “Yes, pretty much everyone’s headed out, or up to their rooms if they’re staying here. I think there are a few people still out on the lawn.”

  “Thanks,” I said, then added, “I couldn’t sleep.” I pushed through the big wooden doors out to the huge lawn behind the hotel — and my face broke out into a huge smile.

  The players from the Cougars football team were there, throwing the ball around — my players. It was the team I’d cheered for for the past five years, the team I’d miss so much once I moved to live in Johnny’s house across the country, the team I’d always think of as my own. The whole team hadn’t attended the wedding, of course, but probably ten or twelve of the guys had, and it looked like everyone was accounted for out here. Chase had been Johnny’s best man, Steve and Devon and three others had been groomsmen, and a few of the other players had attended as guests.

  Now they were all dispersed around the lawn, formal jackets in a heap on a lawn chair, running to catch the ball in their dress shoes, grass stains on some of the starched white shirts. I started laughing, and I couldn’t stop. I had so much tenderness for these guys, huge hulks of men with bodies sculpted like Greek gods, millionaires for their super-human abilities. The skill among the group of men in front of me was incredible, and the pure power of them all was…well, if I was being honest with myself, a huge turn-on.

  Chase heard me laughing and glanced over at me, ball in hand. “Oh hey, Holly,” he called out. “Aren’t you supposed to be fucking my brother right now?”

  The other guys laughed. I’d rather be fucking you, I thought, but I just shrugged and said, “He’s asleep, but I’m not tired. Are you all the last people left?”

  “Yep,” Chase confirmed, throwing the ball in a perfect spiral toward a dark figure so far away I couldn’t tell who it was.

  “Give us a cheer!” a big black guy named Price, a wide receiver called out to me.

  “I’d love to!” I said with a grin. Some of my fellow cheerleaders had been at the wedding earlier; in fact, most of my bridesmaids were also cheerleaders for the team. But if I was the only one left, I was happy to pick up the slack.

  I thought for a moment, then ran back inside to grab a couple of monogrammed napkins. Kaylie, who was still cleaning up the ballroom, looked at me in surprise, but I just smiled at her and ran back outside to the team. Holding each napkin in the center, I crumpled them to make makeshift pom-pons. It wasn’t perfect, but it would do.

  As the guys continued to run around the hotel’s back lawn like it was a football field, I kicked off my heels and started in on one of my favorite cheers. I’d been doing it with the team since I’d first started five years earlier, and I could’ve done this routine in my sleep. I had, in fact, during dreams I’d had over the years.

  I jumped around, kicking up my legs like I’d practiced so many times before, but the long wedding gown caught my feet and I almost fell over.

  I stopped, frustrated. I just wanted to cheer. This dress was holding me back!

  I tried again, attempting to modify the cheer so that it could be done in my wedding dress, but I just ended up even more frustrated than before.

  Price noticed my futile attempts and jogged over to me. “Not working out so well in that dress, huh?” he asked, and I shook my head.

  “Why don’t you just take it off?” he suggested. “Think about what you normally wear when you’re cheering. It’s pretty much just a bra and panties anyway, right?”

  I had to admit that he had a point. And I was so sick of this wedding dress after hours of having my movements thwarted that I wanted nothing more by this point than to pull it off. I wished I’d changed clothes back in the room before I’d come downstairs, but I couldn’t get this dress off by myself,
and snoring Johnny hadn’t exactly been in a position to help.

  “Unzip me?” I asked, and turned around to let Price pull the long zipper down my back. His fingers tickled my skin, and I felt my pussy throb. The zipper ended at the top of my ass, and I wished his fingers would keep going when they got there, grab my firm ass and squeeze it hard.

  This was supposed to be Johnny’s job, I thought resentfully. If he hadn’t fallen asleep before even getting my wedding dress off.

  I absentmindedly pushed the dress down my body, revealing my lacy white bra and creamy skin, then my garter belt and its suspenders tracing a line down my legs. Price was staring at me, and I didn’t mind the attention at all. As a cheerleader, I was used to the guys staring at my body. But it wasn’t until I was starting to step out of the dress that I remembered I wasn’t wearing panties.

  Shit! I thought. How could I have forgotten that Chase took them earlier? I wondered briefly if he still had them in his pocket, then remembered that he’d been wearing jeans when he’d fucked me, and now was in a tux.

  “Oh crap,” I said out loud, but it was too late; Price wasn’t even trying to pretend he wasn’t staring at my ass and the line where my legs came together beneath the garter belt. I looked up at him. “…I totally forgot.”

  “Hey, it’s okay, it’s your wedding,” he said. “Wedding dress and no panties is hot. I’m sure Johnny loved it.”

  I didn’t say anything, certainly didn’t want to tell him that it wasn’t my husband whom I’d abandoned my panties for. Dammit! I cursed to myself. I really wanted to cheer.

  “Help me back into the dress?” I asked miserably.

  Price hesitated, still looking at my half-naked body without bothering to hide his lust. “It’s dark out here,” he said. “No one will even be able to tell you’re not wearing panties.”

  I laughed. “I doubt that.”

  “No, really,” he said. “Just don’t stand in the light, and the garter belt almost looks like panties. Besides,” he added, “you’re fucking hot, and you’re probably never going to see most of us again after today, so what do you care?”

  I cocked my head to the side and stared at him. “Hey, you’re right!” I said. “Why should I care? I’m quitting cheerleading, and I’ll probably never have as good a body as I do right now. I just want to cheer! I’m going for it.”

  I stepped the rest of the way out of the dress and kicked out my arms and legs. “I’m free!” I said, reveling in my newfound movement.

  Price winked at me and jogged back into the game.

  I cheered like I’d never cheered before. I didn’t care that it was just for a dozen or so players. I didn’t care that it wasn’t a real game, but just a few guys goofing off and having fun. And most of all, I didn’t care that I was in my wedding undergarments: bra, garter belt, and stockings. I just wanted to cheer.

  I waved my makeshift pom-pons around, jumping and twirling, and I loved the freedom I felt. I loved not feeling restricted by underwear or shorts. I loved feeling my pussy lips stretch open each time I did a kick, each time I sank down onto the grass into the splits. I felt sexy. I felt horny. I felt alive.

  But Price was wrong about one thing. The players definitely started to notice that I was not wearing panties. Not all at once, just one at a time, I saw them realize that I’d taken off my wedding gown, saw their eyes wander down my body, saw them realize that my pussy was bare.

  I still didn’t care. I loved their eyes on me, loved the feeling of freedom, loved moving my body and doing what I did best.

  Steve, one of the tight ends, dove for the ball, and I saw his body twist in the darkness before hearing him curse.

  “You okay, man?” one of the other players asked, jogging over to him, and Chase took the opportunity to jog over to me instead.

  “Where are your panties, young lady?” he asked teasingly, slapping me on my bare ass.

  “You tell me!” I shot back, even more turned on now that Chase was in front of me.

  “Let me see you do some kicks,” he said, raising an eyebrow at me and smiling in that way I couldn’t resist. My pussy got wetter. I kicked one leg up to my head and back down, three times in a row. He stared at my pussy as I did so, and I could see the bulge in his tuxedo pants growing larger.

  “You like what you see?” I teased.

  “You know I do,” he said. “Are you still dripping with my cum?”

  “Why don’t you find out for yourself,” I suggested, my horniness taking over. I knew I should be careful what I did, out here in the open outside the hotel where my new husband was asleep upstairs, and many of our wedding guests as well. I knew I should be careful with all the other members of the team so close by, who could look over at any moment and see me offering my pussy to my husband’s brother.

  But I just didn’t care. Chase had me under his spell, and with him so close to me, I wanted him like never before. I wanted him to reach out and stroke my wet cunt, to push his way into it with first fingers and then his hard cock. I wanted all the players, in fact. And if my husband wasn’t going to satisfy me, I’d find someone who would.

  Or several someones.

  Chase looked at me as though testing me, then got closer to my body. I couldn’t see any of the other players through his massive bulk, and I knew most of them were probably helping Steve and seeing how badly he was hurt, so they wouldn’t be paying us any attention anyway.

  “You want me to find out if you’re still dripping with me?” he asked, and I nodded. He didn’t need to know that if I did still have cum inside my tight hole, it was likely to be Steve’s or Devon’s in addition to his.

  “Do another kick for me,” Chase commanded, and I kicked my leg up to my head a fourth time. He caught my ankle and held me there, wide open to him, then closed the remaining few inches between our bodies and I felt his warm, huge hand on my wet pussy.

  I moaned in relief, as though I’d been in withdrawal from him for the past few hours and was finally getting my drug. Chase rubbed my clit, circling round and round it with his finger. He was so tall that my head only came up to his chest, and I buried my face in his massive pecs, licking them and sucking on one nipple as he rubbed me.

  “My brother wasn’t enough for you?” he asked. “You need some of me too?”

  “I need you,” I moaned. “I need your cock.”

  Chase laughed, and I felt his finger push inside my pussy, feeling for my G-spot. “Ahhh, ohh,” I moaned, “yes, yes.”

  “What’s going on over here?” I heard a male voice ask, and I knew it was one of the other players coming to see what we were doing. I tried to pull my leg down, but Chase kept his grip firm on my ankle. I gave up. His finger felt too good inside of me anyway. I never wanted him to pull it out.

  Price’s figure appeared from behind Chase’s massive bulk, and I saw him look us up and down, taking in the situation. He smiled when he saw Chase’s finger disappearing inside my pussy.

  “Well, well, what have we here?” he said. “Naughty bride.”

  I tried to answer, but Chase pushed deeper inside of me, and I could only groan in pleasure. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, loving the sensation. When I felt a hand on my breast, I pushed into it, then opened my eyes and saw that it was Price, not Chase, who had grabbed my tit.

  I was so horny by this point that I could hardly see straight. I smiled at Price, and he reached inside my bra to grab my breast skin-to-skin. He squeezed my nipple and grabbed me in a big handful.

  “This is what I wanted to do earlier,” he said. “I never thought you’d let me.” Still squeezing my breast, he reached behind me and squeezed my ass in his other hand. The two men were so much bigger than I was, and it made me feel tiny. Though there were only two of them, I felt like I was being encased on all sides. And I loved it.