Fantasy

I had the coolest job in the whole college. I was one of the athletic trainers for the football team. When they hired me, I think they thought I was a lesbian and I could understand why. I’m a tomboy, a tough girl. But I most definitely love dick. So I did what any slut would do with a whole team of football players. I made myself available until every single one of them knew that it was okay, that I wasn’t going to tell anyone if they all fucked me. So they did.
Now I’m the after game party favor, the slut that they take out their losses on and celebrate their wins in. The cheerleaders all hate me, because I’m not one of them. I have more in common with their boyfriends than they do, and I guess they see that as a threat. I haven’t exactly tried to be nice to them. I kind of hate them. That’s why I fuck their boyfriends. I can’t pretend to care about make-up and gossip. I can’t pretend to care about fashion or cliques. All I give a fuck about is sex! Even though the cheerleaders think that I’m just some dumb tomboy, and I’m sure they don’t really think their boyfriends would fuck me, I enjoy knowing that I’ve had every one of their boyfriends inside of me.
If they really knew what happened when I came around, how I crashed the locker room with my slutty holes and shared with every single one of their football player boyfriends, they’d probably kill me. If they knew how hard I came as I let them take turns, passing me around until I had a load from every willing cock, they’d wring my neck. Some of the guys resisted for a while, but after watching every single one of their teammates blast loads of cum all over me and deep inside me, they all came around.
Over time, the guys stopped passing me around. It became a giant gang bang where they triple and quadruple stuffed me. I was willing and ready to try all kinds of things with them. Wherever they wanted to shove their cocks, I allowed it. I tried to please them no matter what it took. I came so hard on their cocks, surrounded by their sweat and stink. I took their loads wherever they cared to dump them.
They got rough with me, slapping me around and calling me a slut. I knew I was a slut, and they all knew it too. There was no use in pretending. So I showed them exactly how slutty I was. I let them use and abuse me, my pussy gushing, squirting and cumming for them all. My screams filled the locker room as they formed fuck teams and had competitions on who could make me cum the hardest.
I knew the cheerleaders suspected something after several weeks. They started getting suspicious and I knew that they were trying to sneak into the locker room to see what was taking their boyfriends so long to get showered and ready after the games. I could have warned the team, but I didn’t want it to keep them from fucking me. I’d cum to depend on their cocks. I needed every single orgasm they were giving me, and so I kept it to myself.
By the time the cheerleaders broke into the locker room, all their cocks were out and I was stuffed with dicks. I had one in each hand to stroke and one in each hole. I could hear the shrieks of the cheerleaders, who were still in their slutty uniforms. But I was naked and full of their boyfriends. I had out-slutted the sluts, and that made me feel like a fucking superhero. Could a slut like me be a superhero? I thought about it as the cheerleaders climbed to the center of the huddle, where I was triple-stuffed like a whore.
“Jenny! You fucking bitch!” Charlotte Rossi screamed at me. I hated that bitch so much. I smiled as she began to slap me. She hit like a fucking girl. The guys grabbed at her, pulling her back. I laughed maniacally as the guys dragged the girls outside, leaving me to finish fucking their boyfriends. I don’t know why I was so pleased with myself, but I had a particularly epic orgasm as I remembered Charlotte’s fake little made-up face as she saw me stuffed full of her boyfriend.
I was such a cunt. I knew it, I just didn’t care.