Jeremys Jersey

As usual,: work of fiction, copyright © Inosolan, all characters engaging in sex over 18, permission to reprint but you have to give me credit.

Kinda unusual for me - It's sort of TG, sort of non-con, sort of MC...

As usual,: work of fiction, copyright © Inosolan, all characters engaging in sex over 18, permission to reprint but you have to give me credit.

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She was sitting on the bench on the Hill.

Not just "a hill" -- Enormous State University has a lot of hills on campus, but only the one crested by the gold-leaf-plated tower of the Admin Building is "The Hill".

She was dozing in the pleasant late-afternoon sun, idly dreaming about nothing in particular. She was short -- less than 5'3" -- and very slim, with long legs for her height, slender but definitely womanly hips, a tiny waist and surprisingly large breasts -- a DD cup at least -- that rose proudly from her slender torso, standing firm without any visible sign of a bra under the ESU Football jersey she wore.

The jersey was too big for her, but it flattered her figure surprisingly well anyway -- it fell in folds to her waist and even below, to her crotch when she stood up (its original owner had been over six feet tall) -- but it draped across the form under it quite nicely, and the thin material left little doubt that there were large nipples on the points of those beautiful titties.

She wore tight stretch jeans -- they were so tight that there were zippers halfway to the knee from the hem on the outside of each leg, and that they clung and outlined every detail beneath them, even molding her hips and pubic mound closely enough to reveal that she wore no lower undergarment, either. Green sandals with sling backs and spike heels -- classic fuck-me shoes -- gave her lovely legs an even more sexy shape than nature had originally done.

A couple of large guys were walking along the pathway over the Hill, on their way from the MacNamara Classroom Building to the athletic dorm, carrying their Geology 101 ("Rocks for Jocks") texts and notebooks.

One of them noticed her sitting on the bench and nudged his buddy.

"Hey -- look," he said. "Isn't she wearing Jeremy's jersey?"

"Looks like it," his teammate replied. "I never saw her with him -- wonder where she got it?"

"Dunno -- but she's hot-looking enough I'm going to ask her in order to have an excuse to talk to her..."

They walked over to the bench, and stood looking at her. They were in the way of the sun,and, when it was cut off, she opened her eyes and saw them. For a moment there was an expression of confusion, or maybe disgust or fear -- or possibly all three -- in her eyes, then she blinked and gave them a Very Friendly smile, sitting up straighter on the bench in a way that somehow pushed her shoulders back and her chest (even further) out.

"Well, hi!" she said before they could say anything.

"Uh, hi," the slightly quicker of the two muttered.

"I bet you guys are football players," she continued.

"Uh, yeah..." mumbled the other.

"I like football players," she said cheerfully, then slowly licked the tip of her tongue along her soft, wet red lips and shrugging slightly, bouncing those wonderful boobies in a way that riveted both young men's eyes. "In fact, I was just looking for a football player when I stopped to rest here -- I need to open some packages and I need some help packing some stuff and football players are always so big..." (she glanced down at the guy on the left's crotch as she said this) "...and so strong..." (checking out the other guy's package) "... and so co-operative." (licking her lips again and staring directly into their eyes, one by one.

Both jocks shifted uncomfortably, feeling a sudden need for, in the immortal words of Daffy Duck, "...a pause whilst I adjust my accoutrements..."

"By the way," she murmured in a much softer and more sexy voice, my name's Dolly, and Jeremy wants me to be really nice to his friends..."

She stood up and began to walk away in the direction of the PE/gym building, her full round ass swaying from side to side, drawing their eyes and making their fingers itch and their cocks twitch. Glancing at each other, they obviously had but one thought between them.

It was that hour when day classes had ended and evening ones had not yet started; the gym was almost totally deserted; they had no trouble slipping in and avoiding being seen. As if she'd been here often -- and, if she was a jock groupie, maybe she had -- Dolly led the way to a storage room where extra gymnastic equipment was kept, including stacks of mats.

As they stepped inside and closed and latched the door, Dolly turned to one of the jocks, reached up and pulled his lips down to hers, kissing him hot and deep with a lot of tongue. So that the other guy wouldn't feel left out, she reached down and began massaging his already-stiff cock through the fabric of his pants. Then she grasped the first guy's shaft with her other hand, broke the kiss with him, and turned to the other guy for just as nasty a smooch.

"Mmmm," she said as she broke that, still stroking the two cocks that were getting harder by the minute in her hot hands. "Both of your mouths taste good and sexy. I wonder if your cocks do, too? Why don't you guys open your packages for me, and I'll find out...?"

The two shaking jocks rushed to do so, but their fingers were trembling so much that they had trouble with their own buttons and zippers. Laughing a little, she watched them fumbling their cocks out, meanwhile idly reaching up under her jersey and beginning to play with her own hard nipple, just to make them hornier.

Finally, one managed to drag himself out for her inspection -- not bad, she thought -- seven inches long and unusually thick, with pre-cum already smearing its tip. Leaning forward, she put out her little pointed pink tongue and began to lick the head, as if it were a lollipop -- and her favourite, too -- pre-cum flavour!

Then the other managed to get his cock loose and ready, and she checked it out, while reaching up a hand to gently hold and stroke the shaft of the first guy. This one was even longer -- maybe even over eight inches, not quite so thick in proportion as the first, but with a head the size and almost the colour of a large plum. This time, she didn't just lick it, she leaned forward and slowly slid her lips over it, until the head was completely in her mouth. Still stroking the other guy, she began pushing forward, sliding her red lips further and further along the hot meat, sucking in a gentle rhythm and occasionally using her tongue on the head or the shaft as she began bobbing her head back and forth, letting it slip almost all the way out and then sucking it back into her hot wet mouth.

For a while the only sounds in the room were the moans and gasps of pleasure of the two jocks, and the obscene sucking and slobbering sounds she made as she sucked first one, then the other, bringing them both, time after time, almost to the edge of release and then switching to the other guy for a while. Under the loose jersey, her own nipples were hard as pebbles and standing out strongly.

Then she stopped.

"You," she said to one of the loose-kneed jocks, "Lie down over there," pointing to a pile of mats. She led the other over to the head of the pile by the cock still in her hand. Once they were there, she bent and completed unfastening and removing the reclining jock's trousers and boxers; his rock hard cock sprang up straight into the air. "Mmmmmm," she said, licking her lips again. Leaning forward, she began sucking it anew, then lifted her head and told the other "Come unzip my jeans," and then went back to her oral ministrations.

The jock walked up behind her, looking at the way that her beautiful ass, clearly revealed by the tight, stretchy fabric, was turned to his view by the way she leaned forward. He reached around in front of her for her zipper, but also took the chance to press his hard hot cock against her butt; he could feel the heat of her flesh through the material. His fingers found the zipper, and began to pull it downward; he was a bit startled when it didn't stop at the bottom of her crotch, as he'd expected, but instead kept on sliding along, gliding along over her pussy lips, causing her to shiver just a little in pleasure, along over her asshole, and up along the curve of her crack, until it reached all the way to her waist in the back.

Suddenly, what had been a pair of jeans was just two tight-fitting tubes of cloth covering her legs, joined only at the top, by the waistband and by the tight belt that circled her waist.

She spread her feet just a bit, stepping backward and outward some to spread and open herself to his gaze. No panties, of course -- he could see her anus and he wet pink pussy and even some of the hair on it, wide open and just waiting for him.

He didn't need a second invitation.

Grasping his aching cock near the base, he guided it to her slit, rubbed it up and down along the wet crease, making her moan with pleasure around his friend's cock, then shoved all eight inches forward with one smooth motion, burying himself to the base in her hot tight cunt. Slowly he pulled almost all of the way back, then eased it back as slowly as he could stand to.

Hands on her hips, he pumped her smoothly, deeply and rhythmically, speeding up and slowing down as he came nearer to cumming -- he wanted to make this one last!

After a bit, she stopped sucking the guy on the mat, pulled forward and slipped herself off the cock in her cunt, and then climbed onto the mat, straddling the recumbent guy and his stiff, upright cock. Guiding herself downward with one hand clutching the shaft just behind the head, she allowed all of it to slip up her juicy, hot cunt till she was completely full, squatting over his hips.

She began to pump him strongly and smoothly, squeezing him tightly on the outstroke with her cunt muscles, then relaxing and letting him slip easily back in.

After she had her rhythm well-established, she glanced over her shoulder at the other guy standing there, cock in hand, and gasped "Well... come on... then! I... bet... you can find... another hole... somewhere...", wiggling her ass a bit on the upstroke to make herself clear.

That was an invitation he wasn't going to refuse! Spitting on his hand, he worked the liquid into her asshole, then placed the head of his already-shiny-wet cock, coated with her oils and juices, against the litle brown circle, and began to push forward.

"God, yes!" she screamed. "Fuck me -- fuck me hard, both of you! Fuck my cunt, fuck my ass -- make me cum!! Cum, you two horny bastards; fill me up with hot white cum cream in my pussy and my butt!! Fuck me fuck me fuck fuck fuck..."

Spurred on by her filthy monologue, the guy fucking her asshole managed to pull her jersey up so far that it exposed her huge, lovely white titties. He began to squeeze and stroke the hot tits and the hard nipples, then the guy underneath her managed to catch the fleshy globes and began happily sucking on her hot hard nipples.

Some small time passed, the only sounds being the liquid slurping and obscene squishy sounds of cocks in cunt and asshole, the moans of the guys, and the continuing obscene monologue that Dolly continued muttering under her breath.

Suddenly she almost shouted "I'm cumming! Oh, dear god, I'm cummmming!! Oh, oh, oh..." and her entire body convulsed, her anal and pussy muscles clamping down on the two cocks, squeezing and milking them, starting the two jocks' orgasms as well...

And the door slammed open and a voice demanded to know "What the HELL is going on here? What is this disgusting scene?"

And suddenly Dolly was scrambling out from between the two jocks and she was wide-eyed and terrified and sobbing and gasping out "Oh, thank heaven you've rescued me; they grabbed me on the Hill and they dragged me here and they made me suck their nasty dicks and they raped me and they sodomised me and they're horrible terrible nasty perverts who ought to go to jail forever for rape..."

"Rape, is it?" demanded the young woman standing in the doorway. "More of you football players and your disgusting behaviour, I see."

She put an arm around the sobbing Dolly who had somehow managed to zip her pants back together, patted her shoulder and said "It's okay, honey -- they can't hurt you now."

She glared at the two confused jocks again. "I'm going to lock you in here, and I'm going to call the Campus Police to come get you... and I'm going to take this poor young lady to the Rape Crisis Center. I hope you two get twenty years..." she said, as she slammed and locked the door from the outside.

As soon as the door was closed, however, she seemed to lose her rage, turned to Dolly and said "Let's go to the store".

At the words, something strange seemed to come over Dolly's face -- it lost all expression, as if her mind had been switched off -- and it had; because she was under the control of a powerful mind-control technique.

Soon Dolly and the young woman had arrived at a small exotic boutique near the campus; it was called "Hot Rags" and specialised in the sexy clothing like Dolly's jeans and even more exotic garments and toys.

But, beyond the day to-day business of a sexually-oriented boutique, there were occasional other activities that took place at "Hot Rags" -- sometimes there was action in what the owner, Nikki, called the "'What You Need' Department", a small back room where Nikki used 22nd-Century science and 18th-Century witchcraft to right wrongs and prevent history from going the wrong way.

As the brunette woman led the blank-faced Dolly into the room, Nikki looked up and said "Oh, hi, Jo -- did she do it?"

"Exactly like you told her to," Jo answered. "But she went a little beyond her orders, actually -- she managed to get two of them in there for me to catch with her."

"Hmmm -- was she having a good time?"

"Based on the gasps and the screams and the dirty talk I heard, I'd say she was having a wonderful time... and you should have heard her cum! I thought someone who wasn't in on it might hear and come looking..."

"Oh, good. That'll make it so much better." She turned toward Dolly.

"Undress," she commanded. The shorter girl took off her shoes, unzipped and stepped out of the tight jeans with their cum-soaked crotch, and again stood quietly. She hadn't taken off the football jersey, but Nikki didn't say anything about it.

"All right, Jeremy -- come back, now," Nikki ordered.

Suddenly, where "Dolly" had stood was a six-foot young man, just as blank-faced and quiet.

Nikki looked at him with disgust.

"Remember!" she hissed at him.

And, as life returned to his face, she could see he did remember.

Remembered being lured here by a call from his ex-girlfriend. Remembered being offered some coffee as he waited for her. Remembered how the coffee had contained a drug that gave Nikki and Jo complete control of his mind. Remembered how, with a combination of magic and science, Nikki had turned him into the jock-groupie slut, Dolly.

Remembered how, forgetting completely who he really was, he had gone out, believing he was Dolly and had followed Nikkis' orders and found a couple of his fellow football players and seduced them and done the nastiest things he could think of to do with them -- and then had helped convince them they were going to be arrested for rape!

And he remembered how much he had enjoyed degrading himself.

Still unable to move without Nikki's command, he looked at her with shock and shame and disgust and anger chasing each other across his face.

"It looks as if he'd like to know why, Jo," Nikki murmured to her girlfriend.

"Would you like to know why, Jeremy?" she asked "You may speak."

"Yes - why? Why me?"

"Do you remember last Saturday night, Jeremy? Do you remember a jock who was tired of his girlfriend and couldn't get rid of her and so he set up a litle session with six of his jock friends and a dose or so of the 'date rape drug', Jeremy? Do you remember all of the things they did to that girl? Do you remember how that guy pretended to be disgusted and told the girl she must have led them on and because that sort of thing didn't happen to 'nice girls', and how he told her she wasn't good enough to be his girlfriend?" She stared straight into his eyes with ice in her gaze.

"You ought to, Jeremy -- because that jock was you.

"So, now, you'e going to remember what happened to you -- you're going to remember being a nasty slut who led two men on and fucked them and did disgusting things with them and loved every minute of it. But you won't be able to tell anyone and you'll act just like normal, except that you won't get a new girlfriend.

"But every minute of every day you'll remember."

She smiled angelicly.

"And once or twice a week you'll come back here wearing your jersey without anyone knowing where you're going -- and those days a new and different slut will make some of your fellow football players very happy and then very scared.

"And, when you've suffered enough to pay for what you did to Cindy... then I'll think about letting you go.

"Or I might just permanently make you into a mindless little fucktoy and give you to Jo to amuse herself with when I have to be away..."

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Jeremy woke up in his bed, cold sweat running down his face.

God, what a nightmare! It was as real as...

Wait a minute -- why was he wearing his jersey? He never wore his jersey to bed...

And then he felt the soreness in his anus and remembered how good the cocks had tasted and felt and in the deep lonely dark of his bedroom he began to quietly cry.