Sola's Surprise Adventures: Anal

Honestly, she didn't know how or why she'd gotten herself into this.

Sola wasn't a cheerleader, she barely followed sports, she didn't even go to this college. How was it that she was in this situation at all?

In honesty again, it wasn't her idea, wasn't her doing.

Her best friend Monica had made the offer on her behalf, without her knowledge, and then slowly reassured then cajoled her into the whole thing.

At any point Sola could have said no, she didn't, now here she was.

It hadn't seemed like a bad idea at first. Monica's boyfriend was on their school football team, which badly needed a win, any win, to help break up a dull season. They were on the slide, won few games, Monica said, so anything to help motivate the team would be greatly appreciated.

That was why at a party a few weeks ago she had suggested to her team captain boyfriend Conner that if the team won by at least five points they could all have their way with Sola the night after.

Motivating the team, of course, makes sense. Show them a girl with long legs, great tits and a full lipped mouth and say "eat up" and their dicks will make them do anything.

A whole team though?

Naturally Sola was having none of that. She'd had a few boyfriends, and a few others but they weren't real relationships, and was currently single, so no ethical problem.

But there was no way she was letting a whole football team run a train on her. She didn't mind being a bit of motivation for a mediocre team, she liked the idea of a whole team of muscly, sweaty men charging across a field thinking of her.

But on the slight chance they won she'd be on her back for hours being pounded into oblivion by more dicks than she'd ever had in her lifetime.

Immediately Sola dragged this "best" friend of hers to the side and demanded to know what was going on.

It turns out Monica had a bit of a gambling thing on the side, and as the team's fortunes sank so did hers. Add to that school loyalty and a boyfriend in a less than glamourous position she badly wanted the team to win.

"Why me?" Sola asked with a whine, "It's your idea, you do it."

"I'd offer up myself, but that would just undermine Conner as a captain if the whole team has his girl," she explained, tossing back a lock of lovely red hair. "Everyone in the team looks at you whenever I bring you along, I can tell most of them would love a night with you."

"This isn't a night with one of them, this is who knows how long with all of them," Sola protested and pouted. She was determined not to do it.

Not that there weren't a lot of good looking guys on the team. Jackie had short, tight red hair and broad shoulders, Jasper was a big, black hunk of meat and looked like that applied to every department, even Conner with soft blue eyes and thin bristle of black hair was handsome enough to make her curious about what Monica enjoyed at night.

Sola herself knew what her assets were, killer tits and a nice ass. That's why she wore the tightest pants and the lowest tops.

Her middle wasn't narrow but showed no sag, her hair was long, black and silky, and she wore it with blonde bangs. Everyone said she had an exotic face, oval, tanned, with wide dark eyes, just the right number of piercings in interesting places added to that.

Sola knew she was easily desirable, and could understand Monica wanting to make her an object of motivation for a football player.

One of them, sure, two, maybe, not the whole team.

"Nothing at all to help the team, to help me, your best friend for fifteen years, since our first day of school?"

"And in all that time what makes you, or anyone think I'm the sort of girl to do this sort of thing?"

Monica barely resisted rolling her eyes while saying, "You blew Kirk Hammersmith for a whole week after winning the wrestling as soon as you turned 18."

"No. I said if he won we'd 69 at his place for a weekend. One weekend. That was all we did." The memory of that tongue on her clit and the wide cock in her mouth did start getting her wet.

"You gave a hand job to Evan Jones for the English Lit tutorials he gave you."

"That was different. One hand job to calm him down before we started and one afterwards in gratitude. So, uh, two hand jobs. And he grabbed my tits without asking." Though at least he was polite enough to apologize for getting caught up in the moment. Who would have though a nerd like that could have a good grip and expert fingers.

It took a moment or two to realize exactly what she was saying and how much deeper she was getting into this.

"And speaking of tits, who flashed whenever she lost the right bet three New Years running?"

Monica knew just how to get under Sola's skin. She felt uncomfortably disloyal even if she knew full well that this was beyond what she was comfortable with.

"They're lovely tits," Monica said sweetly, fluttering her eyelids.

There, that was it, the alternative.

"A strip, just a strip. I'll go all the way. A good, what, uh," How long do dances last? "Twenty minutes of me stripping down, dancing, bouncing. Full spread. Everything, nothing hidden, not just flashing, in front of everyone. Girlfriends as well, whole crowd, all of me. They'll see what I had for breakfast and everything."

"That's not the same, Sola. And you did that for the swim team."

"No, that was Dayton and Brooklyn, in the pool, and just to see who was faster when motivated." And what happened after, but that was spontaneous.

"Isn't there any way to cut down the numbers?" Sola asked as she tried to remember just how many players were in a football team.

Monica's red lips screwed up in a pout of her own, but her greedy green eyes glowed with the anticipation of victory. Sola was negotiating, which was as good as agreeing.

"We're strong on defense but weak on offence. How about just the offensive players? Get them to score more."

Not knowing how many that would be Sola refused. "I need a solid number"

The team's top ten players?

Nope.

"Top three then," Monica offered, "The ones who score the most and put a stop to the opposition. That way we can motivate the whole team."

Sola nodded slowly at that suggestion, still not entirely comfortable with the idea.

"So the team has to win, it's only the top three players, it's only once each, one at a time."

"All at once, saves time, makes it quick," Monica said with a proud smile and a tone that made it sound like she was the one doing the favor. "And make sure you're on the pill or have something ready, most of these guys don't like rubbers."

"What?," Sola cried out, mind boggling at how much sperm would be shooting up her pussy. "No way then."

"You just agreed," Monica whined, "Don't back out now."

There was no way Sola was going to risk getting pregnant to an unknown meat head football player. "No, they're not using me like that."

Monica's sad green eyes and thick downturned lips all seemed to quiver before something lit up.

"What about your ass?"

What about her ass?

"I mean, they'll all cum in your ass, but it's your ass. I'll bring a big old bottle of lube, help get you nice and slippery and then these three guys will be in and out in no time.

"What do you mean 'no time'?" Sola asked, mind racing. Her ass was nearly virgin territory. A few fingers, two at a time once, a couple of small dildos, never a whole cock.

"They're athletes. Sure, put them in the field and they'll run around for an hour or two, but on the bed they're lucky if they last that many minutes. Especially after a game, their stamina just goes. I'm just lucky Conner has extra skills."

Monica's little chuckle when she said that left more questions than answers and had Sola's mind racing with curiosity.

At first Sola saw no advantage in an ass full of cum, then she thought about how much of a pounding her pussy would get from three guys. The guys she'd been with had a tendency to be rough enough, not that she minded, and again if it had been one player, or spread out over a few weeks, she wouldn't have minded. This was different.

Different enough that she agreed because she got caught up in the idea of the novelty and saw no other way out of Monica's argument.

"Wait, how many points do they have to win by?" Sola said, hoping to add another condition.

"Oh, five points, don't worry, they don't usually win by that much," her friend tossed back over her shoulder as she bounced away back to Connor.

Sola started to feel better, even if she didn't know if five points was a lot in football.

The team won by seventeen God damn points.

Now here Sola was, in the team locker room, of course because where else were they all going to meet, dressed in a green tank top and denim shorts, showing off her slender arms, long legs and enough cleavage that she may as well be naked.

She'd considered wearing more but thought why bother. Her bra and underwear would have to hold through whatever these boys were going to do. And anything that encouraged a quick finish was a bonus.

It was only after the team had won that she threw some extra conditions on the night. She wouldn't be taking her top off, no need for them to all to see her tits. Reinforced that it was one guy at a time, only once. Lube up in between each of them. And no grabbing anything other than her ass since that was all that was on offer.

Sola wasn't completely stupid, they'd grab whatever they could get away with. Ass, legs, hair, certainly, arms and shoulders probably, but if they got carried away they'd mash her tits. Better to add some rules.

Monica had smiled prettily at each demand, the look in her eyes already counting up the cash she had won from the bets that day.

Sola was filled with a nervous energy. She'd never done anything like this, never done full anal, and had tried to research what she could but the amount of porn out there made it look easier and harder than regular sex. She was hoping Monica had enough lube, and just in case any of these guys got lost on their way in she'd strategically placed her smallest vibrator, Mr Dink, a pale blue battery powered wonder, in her pussy. A loyal, reliable toy full of energy and oomph that proved size didn't matter, the best gatekeeper she could think of. It was up to him to stop any funny stuff that hadn't been agreed to.

The locker room was dark, aside from one bright light shining down on a bench covered with towels. A small concession to comfort for the night's events.

Even then, though she couldn't see what was happening on the outskirts of the outskirts Sola knew they weren't alone, and that there were more than three guys there.

Sola's voice cracked as she asked, "Monica, what's going on? I only agreed to three guys."

"Yeah, you'll only have three guys tonight," Monica answered as she sauntered up to her, a few chuckles calling at her heals.

"Then why are there so many people here?" Sola hissed.

"That's the rest of the team. They're going to watch."

"What?!"

"They have to watch, honey. They have to. Just like Connor has to. They won by seventeen points. Seventeen. That's a damn miracle for these guys, that's how much you motivated them. And if Conner wants to keep that motivation then he has to reward everyone in some way. It's his promise to them, and this is the whole team seeing him keep that promise. It's called leadership."

She let it slide since it sounded like it made sense, even if Sola was pretty sure she hasn't signed up for this.

Monica walked up out of the shadows and kissed her gently on her pouting red lips, turned her around and then gave her a light pat on the tush before saying, "Go on, get in there champ."

Sola gingerly walked into the light and there was a sudden round of applause. Her warm, caramel colored skin started to flush at all the attention.

There was more than a team here, she was sure. There were girlfriends at least. Cheerleaders too, if there was any difference. Probably the mascot and waterboy for good measure. All getting their promised reward of a live sex show. Star attraction: Sola's ass and its glorious pounding.

There were cat calls, howls, however many there were in the dark they were excited, even if just to watch their teammates get the action.

"Awlright," Connor drawled loudly, fighting to get over the commotion, "settle down you barely trained animals. This is what I promised so this is what you're getting. Best three players get some of the best ass in town. You all get to watch me keep that promise, but it's Nick, Shawn and Zoot who did the work and so get the reward. The rest of you want anything like this then you're going to have to step up just like they did."

"You all know the rules. Remember," Monica took over seamlessly, "just her ass. No 'whoops, I didn't know her pussy wasn't her butthole'. No asking for some fluffing before going in, if she scares the rock hard out of you, that's your problem. And only once. Pump your cum in her butt and then you're done. One at a time. No point in making this too quick."

That comment got a raucous round of laughter from the audience.

Monica saw this too and drew her friend's face towards her with a gentle finger on the chin.

"Hey," she said lightly, "Don't worry, it'll be fine, you'll do great."

She kissed Sola lightly on the lips.

Again Sola flushed as those warm, red lips brushed her own and a unified cheer shook the room, wishing that this, slightly confusing and arousing public display, was all there was to the whole ordeal.

Monica gave her butt a none too gentle slap this time and without any further ceremony Sola made her way to a bench that had been prepared with a heavy layer of towels.

"Enjoy yourselves, boys," her friend shouted out.

There were claps, cheers and a few calls as Sola straddled the bench, unbuttoned her shorts and slowly pulled them down.

The cheering and clapping intensified. Belatedly she realized they didn't think she was nervous, they thought this was part of the show, taking it slowly and teasing them all.

"Take it off!" someone screamed. Conner was good enough to order him to behave.

Sola lay down on her chest and wriggled her shorts and panties off, leaving them hanging from her left leg so they didn't get lost, leaving her bare butt shining in the light.

There was a raucous round of applause at the reveal.

Conner started the next step, "Nick, you're up first, take your position."

Someone, probably Monica, had helpfully set up a large mirror at the other end of the bench so Sola could see what was happening. She thought she would have preferred ignorance as she saw Nick come up from behind.

Nick was one of the smaller players, small being very relative. Muscular like all the others, he wasn't a hunk of meat but looked like a normal guy but built for action. That meant he had a neck, his arms were muscular without being pylons and his face wasn't completely mashed flat. Hopefully the lack of size carried into other areas.

Sola's knees were bent and her legs were in the air, Nick grabbed her ankles and drew them apart.

"What's this?" he said, and reached down.

Sola couldn't see what he was doing but she inhaled sharply as she felt Mr Dink wiggle, Nick was probably probing at the favored toy.

"Hands off," Monica warned, "You get her ass only, anything else in there is her business."

In the mirror Nick smiled and laughed, shrugged and pushed Sola's legs down before grabbing her firm butt cheeks, one in each hand, and squeezing them, hard.

Sola gasped, she loved a good butt slap, giving and receiving. Small jolts of pain and excitement jumping up her spine, followed by fear as strong hands parted her glutes to reveal her asshole, freshly shaved and washed for the occasion.

Monica had insisted she shave everywhere for tonight, and having her friend carefully and gracefully remove all hair from her ass had been an interesting, no, exciting experience, possibly the only thing leaving her anticipating the next part of this event.

As Nick held her ass apart Moncia sauntered over with a large tube of lube. She gave a wink to Sola, who had grabbed the sides of the bench, it almost made her feel better.

Sola closed her eyes as she felt the tube press up against her asshole and jumped a little when Monica squeezed a generous portion up her ass. Cool goo made its way up and around her sphincter, oozing out and coating her warm inner cheeks and thighs.

Sola hoped that all three of the guys would feel like that.

Monica wiped her hands on a towel and turned to Nick, "She's all yours."

Nick laughed, the cheers started up and Sola braced herself.

Part of her wanted to watch things in the mirror, but she couldn't bring herself to. Her eyes clenched tight and her breathing became quicker.

Sola felt the tip of Nick's cock ease in between her butt cheeks, gliding through the lube to find her asshole and pressing up against it gently.

Nick worked his cock back and forth a little, sighing happily as the tip of his dick pressing up against her asshole like he was knocking on a door. Probing around her sphincter, rubbing up and down her round, brown cheeks.

This wasn't so bad, neither was the moment as the tip started pressing up and into her ass. The rounded end gently pushed up against her opening and slowly massaged things, like working a pussy into wetness.

I can do this, Sola thought to herself, this isn't bad at --

Nick thrust the full length of his cock inside her.

Sola squealed in shock and pain as what felt like twenty inches of rock hard man meat split her in two along her ass.

The crowd roared a cheer and Sola opened her tear filled eyes to see Nick's face in the mirror, cheering along, laughing, his wide face split with a grin.

"Holy shit, she's so tight," he shouted.

"How tight bro?"

"It's like she's going to squeeze my dick off with her ass."

The locker room filled with laughter and drowned out Sola's squeals.

Even then, it wasn't simply the pain, though that was a part of it. There was a an odd, strange pleasure to it.

Never had she thought taking it up the pooper would cause this, a satisfying, filling sensation.

No it wasn't entirely comfortable, but it wasn't as wholly unwelcome as she'd thought.

The nearest experience Sola could think of was when she blew that guy with the five inch cock that was as thick as a two by four. He hardly tickled her tonsils but gave her plenty to do with her tongue and felt so satisfying to hold and roll around in her mouth that when his load finally filled her cheeks and made its way down her throat it was like a reward of pure cake icing.

This was different, very different, it had this weird, and there was no other way to describe it, filling sensation. Physical and sexual.

Nick's hips thrust back and forth, back and forth, each time it felt like he was ramming his cock further up Sola's ass and sending spasms up and down her body.

Sola cried out and grabbed the bench tightly, angry at herself for ever agreeing to this, and embarrassed that she should find some satisfaction from it.

Nick's hands held her hips and he started pumping harder, pressing down, pinning her in place as she struggled to bring the rest of her body up, not knowing what else to do, acting on pure instinct.

There was more laughter and Sola could she Nick losing himself in the moment, his face a mask of pleasure while her eyes started to water then tear.

In her mind she could see the damage being done as his cock started twitching inside Sola's ass. The thick shaft stretching and pushing aside the opening of her asshole, leaving it to gape open forever.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Already bro?"

"He's got no stamina."

"No staying power."

"How'd he stay in the game if he can't keep in the game?"

"Nah, nah, bro, it's her, she's so fucking tight it's like she's trying to pull the jizz out of me."