It all started to become a routine. After that day, I became a regular in my sister's team. We got better and better at it. After playing a bunch of preseason games the real season started. We lost the first but did not lose a single game after. That was the beginning of our adventure to the top.
You might be wondering how on earth did a male player become part of a girl team? Errrr, well, ummm, there were some changes. My new name is Desiree. I have red lipsticks, fond de teint, eyeshadow, short blonde hair, an elegant necklass, and long shaven legs.
No, no, I am not a transsexual. I am a transvestite. The girls found me my new name and looks. They even chose the pink nail polish on my fat fingers. They enjoyed dressing me up like a doll. I wear a bra during the matches, you know one of those with cushions that make the boobs look big. I do also wear a cup in case the ball hits my balls and give away their existence.
You see, the judges do not know. By law, no one can question my gender in our state. And to be honest, after shaving my legs and face, putting the fond de teint, lipsticks, and bra, I look pretty feminine. Blush. I even stroked to my self once in the mirror.
So, what happens after the game? We have a sisterhood going on. After winning the game, all girls kiss. That includes me. I hug and kiss all my twelve other teammates in their sweaty uniforms. We do that in the change room so nobody sees.
And we don't really undress. We leave the place in our sweaty uniforms and head straight to my sister's dorm. Our ecstatic ritual is waiting there.
Upon opening the door one will see a kitchen, a dining table, and beyond that, a living room with three sofas. On the sofas are stacks of large, tuffed, interlockable floor pillows. Upon entering the room we immediately take off our shoes, releasing the vapors trapped in them, proceed to the living room and lay the 20 floor pillows on the floor. Then we all kneel on them one by one.
Judith, Anna, Lisa, Dora, Jocelyn, Amanda, Anushka, Anayah, Cynthia, Gina, myself, and my sister, Samantha, all sit on the large brown cushions with our sweaty white shirts, navy shorts, and long white socks that are obviously wet with sweat, staring at each other with lust as arousal builds up like whipped cream on a birthday cake.
The door locked, all our desires are on the cushions, each other, steaming with sexy BO, the aroma from underarm mixing with the rubbery scent rising from socks. We all wait and observe for a moment, in unity, careful to control our hunger and not be impulsive. Slowly we move closer and closer to each other. Once our bodies touch, we give out a lustful sigh in synchron, signaling the start of the opening the gates of the dam of lust. Our hands move on each other's and we gently stroke the breasts, the necks, the waists of our companies followed by kisses.
Now moanings start, of lust and love, as the girls make out in their sweaty uniforms. The cluster gets tighter and tighter, making the ones in the middle light-headed from the heat, lack-of oxygen, and lust. The team is now like one big organism. Slowly our movements speed up. Our kisses move around, our hands rub more forcefully, and we moan more frequently.
When the dough is ready, it is time to take off the uniforms. So everyone does, starting from the jerseys, baring the bras with lovely boobs and sexy round shoulders, everyone's skin glistening. We wrap our arms around each other and start kissing around the necks, breasts, shoulders, licking the salt off our lips after every five kisses. I am feeling one of them, as feminine as any of my teammates. The ostrogen here runs high and affects me just as much.
Everyone looks so deliciously unique; different skin tones, brown, olive, pink, white, different hair colors, black, brown, blonde, red, different breast sizes, different body sizes, but we are all one and the same, ingredients of one big delicious cake that will be eaten again by us. Now it is time to lick. Everyone finds a place on their partner and starts licking. I am licking Gina's shiny shoulder while someone's licking my shaven underarm. It tickles. I look for a moment. It is Amanda.
I still have the cup on, so I am like one of them. From Gina's shoulder I go to Anayah's back and lick and kiss around the strip of the bra. She moans. Someone else is licking my left triceps. I peek to find out it is Lisa. Being licked on my triceps reminds me I am a man. My penis starts pushing against the cup. Fortunately I know the next step is just about to start.
Everyone in synchron pauses the licking and starts to take off the shorts. As it is squishy, it is a difficult task. We typically have to lay down on the person next to us. I lay down on Anayah's sweaty body gently with my hands on my shorts. I learned to be gentle after I made my partners hurt the first two times. Anayah in mean time takes off her shorts under me. My legs are under Lisa and I gently take off my shorts.
Now we lay on each other in underwears. I still have my cup on. My face is my pressing against Anayah's sweaty panties. I can smell the smells of dry pee and her juice strongly emanating from her hairy pussy. Now we are free to lick again and I choose to lick around her panties. I get to her crotches and she impulsively pulls my head with one hand. I taste salty and sour. Every flavor is precious in our orgy.
Meanwhile I feel someone putting a hand under my panties and trying to feel my sweaty, shaven ass. Her slender fingers and poking into my arsehole. Then she retracts them and in a few seconds they return, wet! She licked them! I don't know who she is but I guess Cynthia. She has such long, elegant fingers. I keep working around Anayah's pussy and she pulls my blonde-painted hair about 8 inches long.
