Acting as the Fantasy Girl for the Lacrosse Team — Chapter 2

Everyone is 18.

Chapter 2: Ass

“Hey bitch,” he said as he sat back on the couch and lifted his legs, “eat my ass.”

I held still, kneeling, flushed, breath shaky, the room warm with the smell of teen males. We were all in high school, eighteen, and my lips were swollen, cheeks wet, my head spinning. I had no idea if I was embarrassed or proud or scared or euphoric. Probably all of it. My thighs were soaked with sweat, my erection a quiet ache.

Hayes leaned back lazily on the couch, legs spread and lifted in the air like he was relaxing in an obscene yoga pose, his cheeks parting to show me a pink hole. It was interesting, and I was here to pleasure them, but it was so unexpected, and I literally never pictured myself doing that to a guy. He smirked at me, with a casual look on his face that said he didn’t really care what I thought. He wanted me to do it. And he wanted to know if I would.

I blinked. “You serious?” I asked, voice hoarse.

“Only if you’re down,” he said. “Otherwise I’ll just finish with your mouth. Either way’s fine.”

The others were watching now. The room had gone from chaotic to quiet, but the tension didn’t leave. It just shifted.

I had never been this far into the fantasy. Goon sessions and Discord chats didn’t prepare you for actually making decisions. But I wasn’t some shy virgin anymore. Not after tonight. I was already in the deep end, and part of me… part of me liked the way it felt. I was becoming the true fantasy girl I had only ever seen on screen, more and more, every time I said yes to these guys.

“I’ll try,” I said, surprising even myself.

Hayes gave a crooked smile and let his legs fall open more. I climbed up, heart pounding, and leaned in close. I felt the heat from his body. I smelled his musk, and his balls hung over his taint. I hesitated, looking at him. His face was flushed, hair messy. He nodded slowly.

I stuck my tongue in his ass.

The next few minutes were clumsy and strangely intimate. I explored his body in a way I never had with anyone, tasting and touching, and watching the way his hips twitched. He moaned louder than I expected, and I couldn’t tell if the others were watching. I was lost in it. I didn’t care. Hayes was wild beneath me, fingers in my hair, praising me.

"Damn that tongue is strong," he said, holding both sides of my head tightly.

I held his thighs as I dug in more, responding to his moans and doing whatever he liked best. He held my head against him tightly, and I was smothered by his ass.

"It's weird, but good," he muttered, his voice strained.

Then, suddenly, "I'm gonna cum."

He lifted my head and shoved it down onto his cock. I barely had time to adjust before he was cumming onto my tongue. His body jerked, and I swallowed instinctively. He groaned, his grip on my hair loosening as he slumped back against the couch, breathing hard.

"Damn," he said, looking down at me with a smile.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, feeling a mix of pride and surreal disbelief.

I ended up curled on the rug, covered in sweat, my head resting on Trent’s thigh. His fingers played with my hair. The others lounged nearby, either half-dressed or naked, sipping Gatorade, teasing each other about how loud they’d moaned or how good I was. I let the noise wash over me.

Sutton was looking at me, smiling. “You're kind of fucking crazy.”

“Shut up,” I muttered, embarrassed.

“No seriously,” Chet added, “you might be wilder than Jess.”

“Don’t say that,” Tucker said, “Jess gave me pink eye once.”

We all laughed. I couldn’t believe how normal it felt. No shame. Just boys. Hormonal, curious, reckless boys.

Eventually, I sat up and stretched, realizing how sore my knees were.

“You okay?” Trent asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “I think I liked it. More than I thought I would.”

Trent leaned in close, inspecting my body. He acted like he was going to say something, but then he didn't.

The room was quiet for a moment, before Beckett broke the silence with a long, confident sigh.

"Alright," he said, standing up. "My turn."

I glanced up at him, my heart racing again. Beckett was massive, and his cock was the largest in the room. His body towered over me, and I could already feel the weight of his gaze. He knelt down, his hands strong but gentle as they gripped my shoulders.

"Let’s see what else you can do," he said, pulling me closer.

And just like that, the room came alive again, the others watching, like they were waiting their turn. My submission had made me the center of attention, the fantasy girl they’d all dreamed of, and I was honestly ready to give them everything they wanted.

Just as I leaned in to taste his balls, there was a knock at the door.

"Pizza!" Tucker yelled.

Beckett reached down to my chin and tilted my face up to look at him. I felt so submissive looking past his big dick up to his confident gaze. He looked down at me. "You better get that, fantasy girl."

I looked down at my naked body, my hard dick with a drop of pre-cum on the end, and back up at him.

"Do it naked," he said, smirking.

I got up without thinking and headed to the door. I hesitated for just a second, standing with my hand on the knob, and my heart racing. But they egged me on, laughing and daring, and I opened it with my whole body burning. The delivery guy rolled his eyes, like he was sick of high school teen pranks, handed over the box and left without a word. I did notice his eyes linger a second too long when he looked down to see my hard cock of shame.

When I closed the door and turned around, the guys were losing it, clapping and cheering like I really was an MVP of whatever game we were playing. While I carried the pizza over to the table, their athletic bodies tensed wildly as they jostled me, celebrating my "epic performance". I was getting almost intimidated, even more so than when they were using my mouth and throat, when they were comparatively gentle. Beckett lifted me up from behind, his naked body rubbing sweat on me. I curled my legs up as a reflex, and suddenly he was holding me like I was some girl he was picking up out of the water, my arms wrapping around his neck. We shared eye contact for a moment, and the frenzied look on his face made my heart race.

It was ridiculous and terrifying and… exhilarating. I felt my chest bouncing with my breaths. Then, without warning, he dropped me.

But I didn't hit the ground. 

He caught me mid-air by my waist, as I scrambled around to hold onto something, and ended up up-side down in the air, holding his thighs, while his large cock was in my face. My legs wrapped around his neck, and my stiffening rod was pressed against his chest. It had not been an accident. He was flipping me around because he was excited to use his fantasy girl again. I watched his big meat grow harder in my face, until it quickly reached up and tapped me on the nose. From this angle, in a spiderman blowjob position, it was even more menacing than before. As I heard the others forget about me and start to eat pizza, Beckett jutted his hips forward slightly, nudging me with his tool, until I got the idea, and opened my mouth.

"There it is," he said with a pleasured purr as I began to lick the plum-sized head of his engorged meat. "There's your dinner, fantasy girl."

Then I felt a new sensation. As he held me upside-down in the air by my hips, he leaned down to shove his tongue right in my ass. I moaned around his cock instantly. There was so much pleasure I had never experienced before. I had no idea I could ever feel this way. It was obvious he had done this before with the lucky girls in his life. 

The others were so wrapped up in their gorging on pizza that they hadn't realized what had started behind them, until I heard Tucker, the smallest guy in the group with the surprisingly big cock, as he yelled "Oh shit, Beckett is having his own appetizer."

"I didn't realize we ordered salad!" yelled Chet, or Sutton (they sound the same to me), and the other guys laughed. They turned their attention away from the pizza and started watched the gymnastics routine Beckett was performing with me. 

He was enjoying the attention from the guys, and carried me over to in front of the couch. He displayed his muscular prowess by effortlessly walking our entwined bodies over to in front of the TV. I felt their eyes on me, while all I could see was Beckett's heavy ball sack jiggling in my entire field of vision. He started to hump my face while I braced myself on his thighs, and his tongue went deeper into my hole. My body melted as he held me, and I gave in completely. I started to feel more hands on me, and then someone pressed against the back of my head. Beckett thrust forward, and the head of his giant cock popped into my throat. I braced for the sensation of doing this all upside down, and felt like I was going to pass out, as my head was used like a fleshlight by a group of strong, athletic males. I really felt like a fantasy girl in the moment. When Beckett suddenly throbbed in my throat, it stretched me even more than before, in pulses. The surprise pushed me over the edge, and my own cock, which had pressed against Beckett's sweaty, muscular chest, squirted out a fat load while my hole tensed rhythmically on his tongue. 

When he was done pulsing inside me, I felt his entire body relax, and he dropped me up-side down, almost playfully, onto an empty space on the couch, with my ass still in the air and my head down on the cushion. I just stayed like that, catching my breath, as the guys stood around for a moment. Beckett started to wipe my jizz off his chest. "Ahh, I caught a foul ball," he said, laughing. 

Tucker walked around to the back of the couch, and touched my ass. I had just experienced so much unexpected pleasure from Beckett's tongue that I was ok with him doing whatever he wanted. He played with my cheeks a bit, even poked my balls, while I spread my legs and let him do what he wanted. I watched his body, which looked younger than he was, and his unmatching, large shaft jutting out from his hips. He started poking at my ass, pressing gently between my cheeks, just playing with it, enjoying the wet sensations of my sweaty, saliva-soaked ass on his cock. Before I could react, Hayes was sticking his cock in my mouth as I lay up-side down. Oh shit, I thought to myself, they're gonna spit-roast me.