The next game was at home and was more like a mud bath than a rugby game. I giggled and nudged the coach, telling him, "I wished I was out there in all that mud, rolling around."
He was in hysterics and replied he would see what he could arrange. It felt really good to be on good terms with him. Carl said he liked having me around; I'd brought the team closer for some reason and he said I was nice to look at.
The game was very scrappy and because of the pitch there were quite a few injuries. We won but only by one point, 10-9. There wasn't much of a celebration afterwards because two of our key players had been hurt, one breaking an arm. I wished them all well but left the club straight after the match.
Carl called me after training on the Thursday, letting me know that the reserve had been getting a lot of stick about the next game. It would make it three in a row and the other players were demanding a good performance. He was new to the team and quite nervous being a relative youngster.
I was intending to go with Carl to the match but had to cancel. I wanted to spend a day with Alan's family; we hadn't seen a lot of them because of work. Carl sent me a text about ten minutes into the game saying the new guy was outstanding.
I giggled to myself, I was glad they were doing well and didn't care about losing any bet with them. Over the past few months they had been great fun and offered me so many opportunities to be naughty. I felt safe with them and always enjoyed our games.
My phone never seemed to stop beeping with text after text and they crushed the opposition 27 points to 6. I began laughing and sent a text to a few players whose numbers I had saying, see you in two weeks. Carl told me later that they were all on a high, especially when my text was read out.
The next two weeks seemed to drag on for ages. I spoke to Carl several times to confirm arrangements but wasn't nervous. Only on the morning of the trip, I felt a little apprehensive.
Carl drove me to the club early to join the bus. There were a few players waiting and we had a coffee while waiting for everyone to turn up. They were no longer surprised to see me around. One of the players put my bag on the bus and quickly showed me around it. The bus was provided by a sponsor and very smart. A luxury tour bus, it had two levels and most facilities. The player told me they had arranged for the team coach and other non players to remain downstairs for the trip.
Eventually they all arrived and the bus was ready to leave. The curtain was drawn that separated the main cabin and I prepared to strip. It was quite subdued and Brian, one of the more responsible team members came and sat beside me.
"Rian, maybe best to keep your clothes on for the trip out, need the lads to stay focused." He whispered softly.
I nodded and relaxed back in my seat. There were some funny moments but they were clearly concentrating on the game. I wandered around the cabin and sat beside a few players chatting casually. It was actually a little disappointing.
After about two hours we arrived and I wished them the best and gave the guys a kiss for good luck as they left the bus. Carl was already there and I joined him to watch the game. We were off to an early lead and playing really well. At half time we were leading 6-16.
The team were on fire and looked certain to get a good victory. The second half started and almost immediately disaster struck. Our new fly half was tackled hard and fell awkwardly and had to taken off. It seemed to break our team's concentration because the other team quickly scored. To be honest we just fell apart and the opposition began running in try after try. It was turning into a disaster and with less than ten minutes remaining they lead 29-18.
It looked all over until we seemed to wake up again. There was a fantastic drop goal and a last minute try bringing the score to 29-28. We had lost but they hadn't quit and that was brilliant. Carl said the opposition were leading the league and favourites to get promotion. It didn't sound so bad losing now but it still hurt.
We met some of the players in the bar before they had the team lunch. They weren't dejected at all and actually quite upbeat. Spirits had been raised by news that Ray, our fly half wasn't badly injured and would be playing again soon. As the players filed past us on their way to the meal they were all grinning at me. I got the distinct impression the trip back would be much more entertaining.
Carl and I had a meal while we waited for the players. Carl took delight in teasing me about the trip back and was making me a little nervous. When their meal finished they all came into the bar for a few drinks before heading back. I was quickly surrounded by players teasing and taunting me. A few players who hadn't been in the bath, asked if the rumour was for real and I nodded sheepishly. I was trying not to laugh at their expressions, which were pure shock. I had got to know a lot of the team but not all had been involved before.
The time came to leave and Carl gave me a hug saying, "Have fun and you are safe."
I climbed onto the bus and took a seat as before. They had a lot of drink onboard for the trip back and I was handed a beer.
"Don't forget you're all naked too," I laughed.
There were some funny looks but they all seemed to agree. The curtains to the main cabin were pulled shut and the bus pulled away. There was a definite atmosphere now, much more electric than the trip down. I undid buttons and slid my jeans off. There was mayhem and laughter as all the players began undressing. I sat there in just my panties for a minute before standing in the aisle. I looked down the bus and could see a lot of the guys were already naked. Slowly I slid my panties down and dropped them on my seat. I stood watching as the rest of the guys stripped, giving them an occasional word of encouragement.
I walked slowly down the bus smiling at all these naked men. Some I had seen naked before at the bath but a few new guys looked sheepish and a few were sat in their underwear but I didn't press them too hard. I had no idea what I was going to do as I wandered back towards my seat. I'd told Carl after training that I'd imagined what it would be like to have sex with one guy while everyone else watched. Now as I joined the bus, I'd said I wasn't keen on taking things as far as sex but had he told this lot, I wondered.
As I got back to my seat I looked down. There were two guys sat naked in the seat beside mine. I lowered myself onto them, draping my legs over one guy and lying against the other. They hardly hesitated and while one ran his hands up my inner thigh, the other kissed me and fondled my breasts. I had hands all over me and his hands cupped my pussy, his fingers rubbing my clit and teasing my lips. I was kissing them both as they explored my body. I moaned loudly with pleasure but there was hardly a whisper from anyone else.
After a few minutes I pulled myself away from them and back into the aisle. Taking only half a step I slipped in beside another guy and continued. I grasped his cock as he kissed me, his hand immediately toying with my pussy. I was so wet his fingers parted my lips easily and I moaned noisily. He was beginning to get adventurous though and his fingers were beginning to probe. I clasped his hand softly and slipped from his lap.
Every few minutes I moved further down the bus, spending just a little time in each seat while the players took turns with my body. Now the players were getting to be getting more adventurous and soon they were all trying to slip a finger or two inside of me. The players were no longer sat waiting patiently but crowded in the aisle watching everything that happened.
As I worked my way down the bus, I gave up trying to stop their roaming fingers and allowed them to have their fun. I'll admit I received my fair share of pleasure, so I have no complaints.
As I made it to the rear of the bus my pussy was on fire, having already received a lot of attention. I'd been fingered franticly towards the end and had reached orgasm.
I was surrounded and the guys from further up the bus were crowding behind me as I reached the rear of the bus. There were four players sat across the back and I slipped into a gap between two of them. My legs were raised up and pulled very wide as hands lunged between my legs. I was squealing as fingers plunged into my body. This time they gave me no hope of stopping them.
I was gasping as my clit was fingered vigorously as everyone watched. There was no shouting, no screaming, not a whisper as they all gazed into the void between my legs. I was writhing around as I reached climax and flung my arms around those beside me.
Their abuse of my pussy didn't end with my orgasm and I found myself reaching out and grasping at their cocks. I was skiing like a downhill racer as I pulled back hard on their foreskins.
I nodded my head for a player to come closer and devoured his cock with my mouth as he came within reach. I was losing control and consumed in the experience.
A couple of guys had knelt before me and given my pussy some tongue. It had been fantastic and really made me scream. Now the guys beside me slid a hand under my ass and picked me up. I was held high above the seat and players were immediately kissing and licking at my gaping pussy. I put my feet against the seats in front for support as more players tried to crowd between my legs.
One thing had become obvious, not only to me but the players as well. My body was now held at the perfect height for someone to enter me. As guys stood in front of me, their cocks were only inches away and a few clearly had the same idea. One guy approached me as if he was going to enter me with his cock. I trembled but didn't move or make any objections. At the last minute he dropped to his knees, smiled a naughty grin and began lapping at my pussy. Brian the player beside me noticed as well and asked, "Are you up for it?"
"Up for what?" I whimpered as I squirmed with pleasure.
"Fucking you," he muttered.
