Tennessee Volunteer

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Time froze as the quarterback dressed in crimson pulled his arm back and launched a spiral through the air. Everyone in the bar, mostly dressed in orange, held their breath, watching the seconds tick down as the ball landed smoothly in the outstretched arms of the intended receiver. A unified groan rumbled through the crowd, but no eye left the screen broadcasting the game. It was the third Thursday in October. The football team representing the University of Tennessee, coasting through another mediocre season, was in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, facing the defending National Champions.

Keely’s green eyes also followed the ball, her heart pounding in her chest. Tennessee led Alabama by four points. If they held on, it would be the first victory against the Crimson Tide that the Tennessee Volunteers had managed in fifteen years. If the receiver carrying the ball right now made it into the end zone, Alabama would win. A junior at Tennessee, Keely had always been a football fan. She had always been a Tennessee fan, even in their worst years on the field. But like most Tennessee fans, she didn’t have high expectations. As the receiver raced forward, as time stopped in the Cumberland Avenue bar, Keely’s mind replayed the conversation with her study group on Tuesday night.

“There’s no way ya’ll are going to beat Alabama. They had the top recruits in the nation and haven’t lost a game all season. You barely beat Missouri last week.” That was Paul’s voice.

“We’ve got a game plan. We’ve got the talent. We’re due.” James Gaute. Defensive back. African American. Tall. Broad shoulders. Intelligent. Bald. Brown eyes.

“You’re crazy, and I’ve got to piss,” Paul answered, getting up from the table and leaving the room.

“We just have to be motivated!” James called after him.

“If Tennessee beats Alabama, I’ll fuck the entire team.” Keely Gray. Her own voice, laughing as she sat down at the table with a soda. She didn’t even look at James as her eyes went back to her notes. “What did you get for number twelve?”

“That sounds like a bet,” James said, his voice now lower, smoother.

Keely looked up, fell into his brown eyes that were now close to her face. “It’s a promise.”

The crowd in the bar roared and Keely’s mind raced back to the present. On the screen, an orange clad player was sprinting at a diagonal toward the receiver, quickly gaining ground. Those not standing rose to their feet, yelling encouragement at the player even though they were hundreds of miles away. Now yards away. Now feet. The clock on the field expired. Now inches. The reciever was ten yards from the end zone. Five. The Tennessee player made contact at the three yard line. The receiver went down just inches from the goal line.

The crowd burst into celebration as the stunned announcers proclaimed Tennessee’s victory. Keely watched the screen as the hero stood up, ripped his helmet off, and pumped it in the air in triumph. The camera found him as he grinned widely, his brown eyes sparkling with joy. And then, James Gaute winked at the camera.

She almost came right then and there.

Her phone buzzed an hour and a half later. BE AT MY PLACE AT ONE.

She didn’t acknowledge the text. Fifteen minutes later, she got a second message. She opened the picture that was attached. It was a long cock poking out of the fly of a pair of dress pants. She recognized James’s cock. She had lost other bets to him, usually concerning test grades. The last time he’d made better than her on an exam, she had given him a blow job. By the time he’d cum down her throat, Paul was knocking on the door for study group. She’d spent the rest of the evening wet and barely able to focus. When she had suggested that she stay later, James had suggested she study harder for the next test.

A third message also contained a picture. This one had been taken in the locker room. She counted twelve players, still in their orange jerseys, their white pants pulled low on their hips, and their cocks hanging out. She quickly closed her phone and vowed not to open another message.

The party spilled onto the Strip, the section of Cumberland Avenue bordering the college campus. Dorm windows were open and people were shouting to those on the street. Music blared from every house on fraternity row. Random choruses of Rocky Top spontaneously sprang from overjoyed voices. The communal celebration carried from Saturday and into the early hours of Sunday morning as Keely made her way to the house James shared with some of his teammates. She wasn’t sure Knoxville would ever recover.

Every light in the two story townhouse was on and the front door stood open. Keely waited on the sidewalk, watching four boys carry cases of beer up the steps and into the house. Her heart was pounding as she wondered what she was doing there. James would not hold her to the bet. He’d give her a hard time about reneging. She’d give him another blow job in private and things would be forgotten.

She turned to walk away and ran into a flesh wall. She looked up to see who it was and almost gasped a little as she fell once again into deep brown eyes. “You’re here,” James said in that silky, seductive voice that had her agreeing to bets she should not agree to. His large hand came up to her cheek, caressing her face as he bent to kiss her lips.

The kiss took Keely by surprise. When he finally pulled away, she was breathless. “I made a promise,” she whispered, her whole world the two of them on the dark sidewalk.

He went in for another kiss, his tongue teasing her. His other hand dipped into the waistband of her jeans. His fingers pushed her panties aside and slipped easily into her. “A promise I see you are eager to keep,” he said.

Her hips arched forward as he explored casually. She didn’t respond verbally, but her body was betraying her. His fingers found her clit and he lightly teased it as he pulled her close enough to speak into her ear. “You belong to me now. You are my property. Do you understand?” He pulled back to look into her eyes, making certain he had her full attention. “If you don’t agree, you can leave now.”

“I understand,” she heard herself answer.

“Good girl.” He kissed her again, his hand leaving her cheek to cup her full breast. He slowly pulled his other hand free and took a step back. She felt cold in the autumn night air with his body no longer pressed against her. “Undress.”

She blinked as his command penetrated. She looked around, remembering that she was standing on the sidewalk in front of his house. People were passing by on both sides of the street, joining the party at his house or leaving for another. A couple of guys stood on his porch. She couldn’t tell if they were watching. The air was filled with anticipation, but she thought it might be her own.

“Property doesn’t need clothes.” His voice brought her attention back to him. His words were so matter of fact that she did not hesitate. Her hands went to the buttons of her blouse and she began opening them while he watched. She shrugged out of the shirt, the cool air causing goosebumps to form on her skin. Her nipples puckered and pushed against the cloth of her bra. She opened the button on her jeans, lowered the zipper, and shimmied out of them.

Standing in just her bra and high cut brief panties, she tried to judge his reaction. In the darkness, all she could see were his eyes. She reached behind her back to unhook her bra without moving her eyes from his and kept eye contact as she removed her panties. Her skin was pale in the darkness and her pink nipples were hard. She was aware that others had come onto the porch, but no one made a sound as he evaluated her.

When he touched her again, she felt fire. His hands covered her breasts, her nipples pressing into his palm. She leaned into the touch, her face tilted up in anticipation. “You are going to be fucked so hard, so long, and so much, you won’t be able to go to class for a week.”

“Should I start with you?” she asked, her hands going to his waistband. She caressed him through his fly. He wasn’t hard, but his tight jeans barely contained him. She opened the top button of his fly but his hands came down and caught her wrists, pulling her away from him.

He rewarded her with another kiss before releasing her. He walked by and started toward his front porch. “Come on, Smokey.”

“Smokey?” she repeated as she followed him up the walkway.

“You know, Tennessee’s mascot, Smokey the blue tick hound? You’re our mascot. Smokey the wet bitch.” He didn’t stop walking as he explained. He walked up the steps, passed the small group that had gathered on the porch, and into the house. She followed. He stopped in front of a tall, slim white male with short blond hair. She recognized Ronan Thorn, Tennessee’s cocky but unpredictable quarterback, instantly. “I told Ro that if he didn’t throw any interceptions, he’d get first turn. She’s all yours, Ro.”

James walked away, fading into the crowd as Keely watched, and then she turned her attention to Ronan. She surprised herself by smiling up at him. “Hi. I’m Smokey.”

Ronan put his arm around her shoulder and guided her out of the living room into the hall. “You’re even prettier than James said you were,” he said as he steered her into one of the bedrooms. He didn’t bother shutting the door as he pulled his shirt over his head. His chest was smooth and sculpted. She traced her fingers over his pecs and down his well-defined abs. Her lips followed, moving down his neck, licking each of his flat, hard nipples, while he opened his jeans. He pushed them down, and then gave her a slight push. Her legs hit the bed and she fell backwards.

Ronan followed, nudging her legs open with his knees as he did. She felt him position the head of his cock at her slick opening before he plunged deep into her. He immediately began pumping his hips, slipping in and out in beat with the pounding music that rattled the entire house. She laid her hands on his strong arms and gave herself to his rhythm.

Her anticipation had been building ever since Ronan scored the go ahead touchdown during the game. He had no problem entering her and her body proved a willing participant. James’s play on the street had tightened her body even more, and Ronan’s steady rocking built on her excitement. She dug her nails into his shoulders as she realized she was going to cum quickly. Her body began vibrating, picking up the beat of the music with every pulse of her blood through her veins. It pounded in her temple as her body trembled.

Ronan didn’t change his pace as she arched her back and cried out as the first crest hit her. He kept pumping in and out, dragging his cock against her clit with each movement. He was lost in his own motions. She was only an instrument for him and he was lost in the music. His hips thrust with the pounding of the bass. He was braced on his arms above her as he moved up and down in steady time. She rode the first wave of her pleasure as he grunted and thrust.

The song on the stereo changed but the tempo did not. As she descended, Ronan did not stop. His hips slapped into hers again and again as she tried to catch her breath. His assault did not give her time. She could feel the beginning of a second wave wash through her body when Ronan stiffened and moaned. She felt him empty into her as he stared blankly at the wall. She gripped him, trying to force him to start moving again, but he just rolled to his back beside her, panting as he stared at the ceiling.

When he had recovered, he rose, pulling his jeans back around his waist, and left the room without speaking to her. Her body trembling, Keely raised up on her elbows, looking toward the door to the bedroom as she anticipated James’s return. Instead of James, a large black man filled the frame. His shoulders almost touched each side of the door. “Looks like Ro didn’t finish the job. He’s bad about that, so us lineman have to step in and save his ass.” He walked into the room, followed by an equally large man that Keely assumed was of Samoan or some other Pacific Islander descent. He was shirtless and had several tattoos on his chest and arms. “I’m Teo. This is Keoni. What do you think, Key? Think she can take us both at once?”

Keoni didn’t answer. Instead, he walked across the room to the bed. He placed one knee beside her and bent to kiss her. She welcomed his surprisingly gentle kiss, her hand sliding over his muscular shoulder. He placed his hand on her soft, supple breast, massaging it gently as the kiss deepened. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Teo undressing. Keoni moved his lips to her breast, taking the globe into his mouth and sucking softly, his tongue rubbing and teasing her nipple. Teo joined them on the bed and took over kissing her mouth. His lips were firmer than Keoni’s, his kiss rougher.

A hand moved to her mound, though she didn’t know who’s, and fingertips danced along her slick lips. She opened for the questing fingers, her hunger still sharp, and they easily slipped inside, feeding her desire with teasing touches. Her body was a map, the two men exploring with hands and lips and tongue. Her mouth, her breasts, her hips, her neck, her stomach. No inch of her body was off limits. She was gasping for breath, every nerve of her body on fire. But soon she knew nothing except for the volcano burning between her legs that was threatening to explode as fingers moved deftly against her sensitive body.

A tongue replaced fingers, lapping against her clit. She could hear a keening sound and realized it was coming from her own body. Teo’s face suddenly filled her unfocused vision. “Uh oh, Keoni. I think we’d better slow down. We’re about to lose her.”

Almost immediately, Keoni stopped his assault and both men stepped away. Keely wanted to sob as her body yearned for completion. The two men were standing over her. Teo, already naked, was stroking his long, thick cock. Somewhere in her brain, she thought that he would split her in two. Keoni’s tattoos rippled as he removed his jeans and boxers. His cock sprang free. He wasn’t as long as Teo, but thicker, and Keely knew surviving them both would be impossible.

They whispered to each other and she strained to hear them, but they could not penetrate the fog in her brain. The heat radiated from her body, but the fire between her legs dwindled. She took a deep breath and managed to stand on shaky legs. The men quit talking and watched her move between them. She first kissed Teo’s rough lips, and then turned to Keoni. In her mind, she tasted both chocolate and pineapple. She sank to her knees in front them, licking Keoni’s thick member while she stroked Teo. Maybe she could drive them to the brink as they had her.

Her hands caressed Keoni’s heavy balls when she switched her attention to Teo’s long cock. She rubbed her tongue over the surface the long black cock, covering every inch as she squeezed Keoni in a tight grip.

Keoni began rocking his hips a little, causing her to tug on his rigid member. Teo took her face in his hands and tilted her head back. He placed his cock between her parted lips and pushed forward. Her lips stretched as he moved deeper but he stopped when he reached her throat. He popped just the head into her throat as his fingers linked behind her head, preventing any means of escape.

“I believe a change of angle might make things a little easier,” he said. His voice was deeper and it sent shivers down her spine. Teo went to his knees without letting her escape. Her hand slipped off Keoni. With her head lowered to hold onto Teo’s hard bone, her ass was raised in the air. She felt the air moving a half second before Keoni’s open palm smacked her bottom. She moaned and Teo took the moment to thrust forward, simultaneously yanking her head toward him. Her eyes widened a moment in panic as his entire length filled her throat and his balls hit her chin. Keoni slapped her other butt cheek. The sting helped Keely focus and she began sucking on Teo.

Teo held her head in place as her tongue and lips massaged him. Keoni knelt behind her, his fingers reaching underneath her to saw between her wet lips. His fingers now slick, he moved then the bud of her ass and began rotating around it.

He wet his fingers again and pulled away. She was aware of him moving behind her but she was focused on Teo’s massive machine in her mouth. Keoni placed the head of his cock between her checks and she tensed. He leaned forward to catch her dangling breasts in his hands. He rubbed them, tugged on the hard nipples, twisting a little to cause her to moan. The pleasure helped her to relax and as soon as she did, he popped inside of her. She cried out a little. The vibrations caused Teo to moan in satisfaction and begin thrusting his hips.

Keoni slowly finished pushing inside of her whole Teo moved in and out of her lips and throat. He was moving quicker, his balls slapping her chin with each forward movement. Keoni waited until her body had accepted him before he began mimicking Teo’s movements. Keely found herself the shaft of two dueling pistons, each trying to outdo the other with speed and ferocity.

Teo finished first, shooting into her throat and down her chin. Keoni showed no signs of being close to finishing, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her back against him. Teo kept her head prisoner, his member still in her mouth. Her muffled moans and the vibrations from Keoni’s attack kept Teo hard.

Keoni was the one who finally pulled her off Teo’s cock. His fingers biting into the supple flesh of her breasts, he pulled her upright, still holding his throbbing member inside her. Teo moved forward, first reaching in to play with her clit. No longer gagged, she arched her head back and cried out. Teo moved into position and slid his long cock into her slick opening.

Keely screamed as the two cocks filled her. One part of her mind was aware of spectators coming and going in the room. She even thought she saw money changing hands, but then Teo started moving and Keoni did, too. Perfect mirrors of each other. Almost leaving her empty and then pushing their entire members inside her again, stretching her and then leaving her empty again. And again. And again.

She screamed when she came, her head back, her mouth open, her body a trapped prisoner. A cock, she had no idea who’s, filled her mouth, silencing her cries as she crested. Keoni followed her, biting her shoulder as he exploded inside her, His fingers digging so tightly into her breasts that she knew she’d have bruises. His cock slipped out of her and it was just Teo pounding up into her over and over and over.

The cock in her mouth that had silenced her screams came and still Teo did not lessen his assault. Keoni held her upright, giving Teo full access to her, and she realized that this was not the first time they two had worked together. For a moment, she was jealous of other women who had been torn apart by the two linemen.

As if reading her mind, one of the spectators said, “Dammit, Teo, you are going to break her before the rest of us get a turn to play with her.”

Another one responded, “Leave him alone. She’s got to cum twice so I win my money back.”

“Hell, I already lost my money. I bet he’d cum ten minutes ago.”

But Teo showed no signs of relenting. Exhausted, Keely was a vessel. She could feel him moving in and out, but she didn’t think she’d ever cum again. Keoni moved his finger down to play with her clit while Teo attacked. Her button was sensitive, and tears filled her eyes. She closed them and lost track of the world until she heard a deep grunt. Teo arched forward and filled her again with his cum. This time, his cock slipped out of her and the partners left her a puddle on the floor.

She heard voices but could not distinguish what they were saying. At some point, she felt hands lift her onto the bed, but she had no strength of her own. They laid her on her back and she felt hands on her breasts and in her pussy, but she could not open her eyes right away.

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