"Not my butt this time."
Oh how those simple words would come back to haunt Sola.
At the time they seemed every bit the adequate defense against having a third ass pounding from a group of over eager athletes.
Twice now she had agreed to let her best friend Monica use her as the sexual motivator for the football team of Monica's boyfriend.
Sola had put limits on it, could only be the three top players, only in the ass, once each.
Twice now. And that was two occasions, three guys each time, and now five separate guys who had pounded her ass into pudding.
How someone with a name like Zoot could be that good at football all of a sudden escaped her, but he was the lucky double. And from his enthusiasm he loved being sloppy seconds after the other two had their turns.
Twice now the team that had languished without a victory for almost half the season had managed to turn things around dramatically.
Which meant that twice Monica's plan had been proven correct. Sola's ass was an excellent prize to dangle in front of the boys.
Not that there wasn't some fun to be had. Sola found that a bit of anal was a good deal more enjoyable than having ten inches of rock hard cock slam away at her sphincter sounded like.
Both times, her favorite toy, Mr Dink, had been hard at work in her pussy, and he more than earned his batteries in the bargain, adding to the enjoyment.
However, it was exhausting.
Spreading her cheeks, getting each dick inside, having them thrust and cum, three of them each time no less. Mr Dink doing his job, her holding on for dear life through each guy with barely enough time to catch her breath in between.
They weren't concerned about her, no, theirs was the only pleasure that mattered.
Then there was the power of her own orgasms, the intensity of which was overwhelming on a couple of occasions. Surprising, and even more arousing, who knew getting two holes filled at once would provide such satisfaction.
And admittedly all the sweeter because they happened without any intent from the rewarded players, and even less awareness that she may be enjoying their efforts as much if not more than they.
A secret, sweet benefit for her, and one she didn't reveal to Monica, who seemed to want more than just a successful team captain as her boyfriend.
Yet, for all the benefits it was just too much.
So, when the team was going into its third game more fired up for the win than ever before she decided things had to change.
"But it's working so well," Monica whined.
"Can't you take it? Just once? Or one of the other girls?"
"No, it has to be you. Anyone directly connected to the team, it undermines them, and it undermines any of the players they're in a relationship with. Conner can't be undermined, he's the leader, which would be terrible for morale and have the opposite effect of what we have happening.
"On the other hand, you're a smoking hot chick with a totally fuckable body who's an outsider. Someone I can rely on, and someone who we can say with certainty is, while sexually flexible, is also not a complete cockwhore, professional or otherwise. They love that about you. Makes you all the more of a reward if they know you're not doing it for pay but for the team. Just for them. For a friend."
Sola knew she wasn't the most intelligent person but even she could recognize emotional manipulation. Especially when it worked.
Something about being called "sexually flexible" felt particularly insulting, and a little bit arousing. Sola wasn't going to unpack that now.
"Ok, but we have to do something different."
"Traditional missionary position it is!" Monica exclaimed with glee.
"Nope," Sola shot down that idea fast. "No sex. Nothing with the slightest chance I'll get knocked up."
"What then? It's probably the only thing other than anal that these guys will get worked up for. Unless you do blowjobs. And a lot more of them."
"How many more?"
"Whole team."
"What? No, no, no, no, no, no," Sola's jaw was cramping just at the thought of it, and she had no idea how many players were on a football team.
"Why not?"
"How many cocks can you suck in a night, Monica? Not to mention all that cum. Where's it supposed to go?"
"Well, it's in your mouth anyway."
"Right, and I'm supposed to have a light lunch or skip dinner?"
"If it helps make room for the cum on your tongue to go down your belly."
Sola glared at her friend and was then inspired.
"My belly? Cum on me."
"What?" Monica said with scandalized glee, her eyes hinting at knowing more than Sola.
"Not you, them. The whole team. Each of them jerking off, no blowjobs, but cumming on me in the process. Guys get off on that, right?"
Monica looked skeptical.
"Look, we can't just keep giving them my ass, that game will get old. Cumming on me, my face, my chest, my hair maybe. That'll do it."
"They'll want more."
"If it's the whole team they're not getting much more." After a moment's thought she added, "A kiss and a lick on each dick as they jack off on me."
"That might work," Monica said with a sly smile. Sola did not feel reassured.
And sure enough the team won the game, and it was off to the locker room for the celebration and reward.
As with the anal sessions the locker room was darkened, except for a single light, but instead of a bench the space was occupied by a thoughtful mat of towels. Someone thought of her knees at least.
Sola entered slowly, she could hear the crowd around her. Like the last two times it was all the players, probably cheerleaders and girlfriends as well, maybe the mascot and whatever other token members of the team could be squeezed in.
"How many players are there?"
"Cumming on you tonight?" Monica's tone was playful.
"Yes."
"There are eleven players per side, plus a few more in the team as backup. Not Conner though, he's mine and he's the leader. Got to maintain that degree of separation. Even in a team building exercise like this..."
As Monica rattled off numbers it all became a blur, mixed in with the same old reasoning for things being This Way that Sola just couldn't bring herself to dispute.
There was a lot of rustling and low murmuring as she took position on the towels, kneeling, making sure she was in a comfortable position and her feet wouldn't go to sleep.
Tonight she was wearing blue shorts, and two sets of underwear in case of splatter. A pink blouse with a plain off white bra underneath. Nothing frilly or fancy. They would be plenty aroused by what they could see and what she would do.
Sola had started the day with her favorite earrings, but they were long and dangly, and so she just had some studs in tonight.
Nothing she was wearing was a personal favorite, everything sacrificed for the simple practicality of the experience ahead.
"Tits out," Monica snapped just loudly enough for the whole audience to hear.
"Now wait just a moment," Sola hissed, that wasn't part of the bargain.
"You want them done quick then you'll need to give them something more than a pretty face and a lick of the tip. Otherwise you'll be here for an hour as they take their time jacking off. Better to get it over quick."
Monica's logic was impeccable, to Sola's dismay.
Sola undid her blouse buttons and slid her shirt off, leaving it tucked into her shorts. A chorus of eager hooting accompanying her.
She had worn an older bra, not thinking it would be seen, let alone removed. She reluctantly slid a strap off each shoulder, then shimmied it down to meet her blouse, freeing her lovely round breasts.
There was a roar of appreciation and a thunder of applause as she revealed her breasts, big enough to bounce with each step. Tight, pinpoint nipples that felt every breeze in the room. Despite the inherent vulnerability of being topless in front of so many unseen people Sola couldn't help but smile at the appreciation she drew.
As she did her dark brown nipples started to feel tight, she looked down and saw that each was fully erect, hard even. She couldn't hide anything from anyone right now.
She felt her cheeks flush warm. She shouldn't be enjoying this, but she was.
"Totally nude would be faster," Monica added in a sing song voice.
Sola glared, and pointedly tightened her belt a notch before walking over to the pile of towels and kneeling down.
"Hey, sweetlips," a baritone voice called playfully. She recognized it as belonging to Shaun, one of the first players to sodomize her.
He wasn't exactly attractive. A flat face, square head, but bright eyes in a dark skinned face and a very playful smile playing out across broad lips. There was something appealing about him. Physically.
"Keep pouting like that," he said, "I like the opportunity to change that expression."
