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'And she'll be naked?'

'Yep.'

'And we can, like, fuck her?'

'Wearing protection, yeah.'

'You're definitely OK with this?'

'Definitely.'

He wasn't just OK with it, he wanted it. Ever since he and Bea had drunkenly and half-jokingly formulated the idea he'd started fantasising about it. Him, his four closest friends, and his girlfriend.

'But if we don't win, you don't get Bea.'

Bea was sat in the stands with the other home side fans and her friends Ava and Maya. They came here to watch their men play football. Not particularly good football - this was one of the lower leagues after all - but the entertainment came in the form of watching fit men in above-the-knee shorts.

'You're definitely OK with this?' Ava, one of Bea's friends asked.

'I am if you both are.'

'As long as the boys wear protection then yeah, sure. It's kinda hot.'

'Maybe I'll have to offer myself too some day,' Maya said dreamily.

It was a hard-fought match. The home team weren't expected to win, somehow they defied those expectations. Bea squirmed as the score rose to 2-0 shortly after halftime. She almost felt disappointed when two more goals went in. 2-2. She reminded herself of the conversation she and Danny had last night.

'So we're agreed; if we win you service the boys?'

'We're agreed.'

'And Ava and Maya?'

'They weren't sure at first but now I think they're really into it. Maybe they'll want a go with the boys some day.'

'You know what they're like, good lads who'll treat you with respect, but...'

'...but I'll just be an object for them. Just some holes to reward themselves with. Yeah, I know. Just make sure they're...'

'...wearing protection. Of course. I'll be there, keeping an eye on things.'

As both a player and manager of the club, Danny was good at keeping an eye on things. He also had keys to the small stadium and an excuse to keep his friends back after the match.

Kris scored in the 89th minute. Instead of an exuberant celebration he turned, pointed at Bea and smiled. Bea liked Kris. Like Danny, he made her feel good about herself and she always sought out his company at parties.

'OK, so Andre likes this thing where you kinda wrap your tongue around him. If you're getting bored do that to him and he'll be done in a minute,' having realised the outcome of the game Maya was now offering Bea advice.

'And Kal will cum in a second if you put your finger up his arse,' Ava added this nugget of information about her man, causing Maya to cackle.

'We'll be in the pub, see you after yeah? Enjoy!'

Bea's friends joined the couple of thousand people filtering out of the stadium. She waited for half an hour, both nervous and excited. Finally Danny emerged from the door to the locker room and sat next to her.

'Sure?' he asked.

'Sure.'

Kris, Andre, Conor and Kal were waiting in the locker room, which had warmed up from the heat of the players, the salty odour of sweat mingling with the faintly floral smells of talc and soap. The men cheered and clapped loudly when Bea was brought in.

She stood motionless while her boyfriend pulled her blouse over her head, then unzipped her skirt and let it drop to her feet. The players fell silent when her breasts were revealed, the bulges in their tracksuit bottoms becoming more evident when the last of her underwear was removed.

'She's all yours boys,' Danny said. He gathered up his girlfriend's clothes and stood back.

Bea wondered what would happen next. She felt almost powerful standing there unclothed, her nudity alone having a mesmerising effect on the men. Conor stepped forward and, without looking Bea in the eyes, placed his warm hands on her breasts. At first it felt strange, even a little medical, to have one of Danny's friends squeeze and assess her. Kris sensed Bea's discomfort and approached her, caught her eye, smiled, then kissed her. She immediately relaxed.

Now there were four pairs of hands on her, stroking and exploring. Occasionally she felt an erect penis press against her through tracksuit fabric. Every man was enormously aroused.

'She's got a fucking delicious arse,' Kal complimented.

'Come have a taste of her cunt,' Andre said from between her legs.

'That's it boys, enjoy yourselves,' Danny encouraged. 'You've earned her.'

Although Bea's mind was alight with exultation from all this attention, her body remained entirely passive. She was a willing sex doll to these players, being lifted onto a bench, legs being spread, orifices being penetrated with fingers and tongues. Unable to remain silent, gasps of joy slipped from her mouth, gasps which were soon muffled when Kal offered his cock to her lips.

'Oh, by the way Bea, I gave the boys a little cheat sheet to what turns you on,' Danny said, which explained why her nipples were being squeezed, her hair pulled and her butt constantly spanked.

'She's wet and ready,' Kris said, 'I scored the winner, I'm going first.'

Bea was re-positioned so that her cunt was easily accessible to Kris's eager cock. First he held it against her clit, letting her appreciate what would soon be inside her. She noticed the slow pulse run through his dick and ached for him to fuck her. Gently, almost teasingly, he eased in and sighed through his gaping mouth. So this is what Bea felt like.

'What's she like?'

'Good, very fucking good.'

Having provided this review Kris churned against her, filling her, pulling back, filling her again. The other players kissed her, tenderly nibbled her nipples, or sought out her asshole with spit-lubed fingers.

Next it was Conor's turn, then Kal and Andre. Bea had already brought them close to orgasm thanks to her friends' insider information on how to lick and finger them. Each dick felt different, each man sounded and looked so different when they filled their condoms with creamy flows of cum. Bea felt used and thoroughly fucked, but the men weren't done with her yet.

Star player Kris still hadn't shot his load. He looked at Danny who nodded and approached his girlfriend with a bottle of lube. Squeezing some of the goo onto his fingers he proceeded to push two of them into her well-tongued and finger-stretched asshole. Bea's eyes widened when she realised what they had planned for her.

Kris took some of the lube and slicked it over his condom-covered cock. Danny, Conor, Kal and Andre lifted Bea by her arms and legs, the latter spread wide so that Kris could slide into her butt. This was it, she was finally and totally conquered.

Bea had thought that there were no more orgasms left inside her, but when Kris plunged deep she felt that dizzying rush once again. Her spasms gripped at the rigid cock, unintentionally extracting quivering bursts of jizz. Sated, Kris pulled slowly away and the men carefully lay their toy onto the locker room bench.