“She’ll be fine.” Coach Dawson replied in a growl
Easy for him to say, he’s not the one being shared by seven men desperate to be the first one to sink their cock into a virgin pussy.
Matt’s technique was different from the others. He started off slow, but he started to accelerate as he got closer to my wetness. The anticipation of feeling his tongue in the sensitive area started to build and then I began to want it. I reached down and rubbed both hands through his hair, pushing myself closer. I tried to shift my body towards him, but he kept me teased. I was surprised I had anything left, but the pres
sure started to build even before he got near my clitoris. He started to massage the entrance of my pussy and although it wasn’t the spot that felt the best, the teasing intensified from feeling his tongue there. He finally started moving up the middle of my pussy with his tongue resting right below my clitoris and I nearly exploded on the spot. The pressure got more intense, almost building on top of the previous orgasms I experienced from his teammates.
Damn, he’s really good at this.
Matt finally let his tongue rest on my clitoris and moved it in a circle that kept my building orgasm stimulated the entire time. My body was already reacting and moving towards the point of no return. There would have been no way for me to hold back, even if I wanted to. I could feel the other players looking at me and I knew he must be going faster than them. Time had kind of become meaningless for me. Matt’s magic tongue was like a sexual torpedo focused on hitting the target every time he pressed against my clitoris with his quick circles and the pressure was out of control. I thought I was at the point where I couldn’t orgasm again before he started, but I was feeling a second wind of sexual energy when the orgasm began. It rushed out of me like a cannon and the moment it started to surge, I felt a second one building on top of it. I squeezed my hands around Matt’s hard and shoved my hips against him, riding his tongue until the second orgasm—technically my fifth—erupted on his tongue.
“He made her cum twice? That’s fucking cheating.” I heard Joe’s voice resonating anger. I heard the bet he made with Matt, so I wasn’t surprised that he was upset. I was in nirvana.
“We’re doing this for Mia.” Coach Dawson replied. “If Matt got her that turned on, he probably deserves bonus points. As it stands, he’s now the new record leader at five minutes and thirty seconds.”
“That...” My body just slumped against the table. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“Says the virgin who has never had a cock. Want a real orgasm, let me be the first one to fuck you.” Jerrod’s cocky noise made the room vibrate and it was almost like I felt his words instead of heard them. Even my senses were blown after Matt was done with me.
“It looks like you owe me a few steaks.” Matt chuckled.
“After that, it is probably only fair to let Mia have a break.” Coach Dawson stood up from the table and stretched. “Let’s grab a beer and we’ll pick this up after halftime.”
“Sounds good to me.” Matt started to stand. “I definitely wouldn’t want to have to follow that.”
“Wait until you see what I do to her.” Jerrod stood up as well.
The team left the room and I stretched out, feeling my pussy almost throbbing from the constant spasms of my orgasm. My limps were almost dead weight. My head felt like it was just held onto my shoulders with a thin piece of tape and could go rolling off if I even made a move. I would never have been brave enough to ask for halftime after the arrangement was made, but I sure as hell needed it. I was a bit concerned when I realized Coach Dawson said he was going to be number seven, but he had turned out to be the glue that kept everything together. As much as I liked Matt, I could easily see myself enjoying the loss of my virginity to an older, experienced man. If the math in my jumbled brain was right, Joe was out of the running for my virginity. He was a nice guy, but he probably wouldn’t have been the first choice anyway, so I couldn’t feel a lot of disappointment with that. I knew I would be having sex with him at some point during our arrangement, but I was okay with him not being my first.
This halftime can last forever...
Chapter 9: Coach Dawson
The plan was going better than I expected. I wasn’t entirely sure putting six bulls in a pen with a virgin was going to end well, but even Joe seemed to be okay with the realization he wasn’t going to have Mia’s virginity. It was a prize, but an elimination really was the first test of our arrangement. I had a bit of lingering fear about Jerrod. He was such a cocky prick who was used to getting what he wanted. If he wasn’t the best quarterback I could afford, I would have probably replaced him. He had plowed his way through most of the cheerleaders that weren’t married—and maybe some of them too, but if he had, he was at least smart enough to keep that to himself. Matt had been a bit of a surprise. I didn’t expect him to be as skilled with his tongue as he was. He might even be better than me.
“Okay boys, beers for everyone.” I pulled them out of the fridge and started handing them out.
“Do you really think this arrangement is going to work, coach?” Hank twisted the top off his beer and took a large gulp.
“That is up to everyone in the room. If there are concerns, I’m not forcing you to stay.” I shrugged and sat down on a bar stool.
“No, I’m good with it—I think. I just never even considered an arrangement like this.” He shook his head and took another large gulp.
“Why do people get married?” I looked around the room.
“Because they’re in love?” Matt traced the eyes of his teammates and a few of them laughed.
“Babies.” Jerrod stated firmly. “That’s the only reason to get married—make babies and have a family.”
“Lots of sex. All the sex you could ever want.” Chad grinned from ear to ear.
“The sex stops after you get married and she starts popping out kids. Just ask my dad.” Roger grunted. “That’s why I’m never getting married.”
“It’s a touch of that, yeah.” I twisted the top off my beer and took a sip. “Marriage is definitely about love, normally. Sometimes it is about obligation—because you forgot to wrap your dick. Lust—lust is a big one. I’ve been there, but I didn’t quite get down the aisle before it fizzled out. Kids, family, all that shit is great, I guess. I wouldn’t know, personally. At the core though, when you strip away all of that, it is about commitment. You commit to spend your life with one person and agree you won’t cheat on them, unless they’re into that kind of thing.”
“What’s the point, coach?” Jerrod sipped his beer. “We have a virgin to deflower.”
“The point is this. You can go out there, blow your money, and take a different girl home every night. You can do that for the rest of your life if you want. You can get a girlfriend—or multiple if you prefer. You can even get a wife. You’ll never know if she’s cheating on you. You’ll try to trust her, but trust is a fragile thing. Wouldn’t it be easier not to worry about all of that? To know that you’ve got one of the hottest girls in the world here where you can have her anytime you want. She’ll never have a reason to stray or cheat on you, because she’ll always be satisfied. When the babies come, we raise them together. We don’t worry about who knocked her up, we just love them. All she needs is devotion and your promise that you’ll always be there for her.”