Rugby Team Chapter 3
The sun was about to set as I sat at the rugby bar with my future girlfriend Kelly and my friend's ex, Cara, both of them vying for my attention. After the two drunk women vacated the premises for the bathroom, they ended up sucking cocks from the rugby team's captain and an Australian man through hidden glory holes. Returning more drugged out and swallowing their loads, the rest of the team showed up, celebrating their championship victory.
We all crowded onto a small back patio, where Kelly and Cara were bent over a massive, overturned whiskey barrel. Their asses were turned bright red from being spanked with the rolled-up uniform shirts of the sweaty, muscular players. The captain and the Australian dipped their cigars in both women's vaginal juices, passing them around for us to share. Until then, I'd enjoyed being a witness to this wild scene.
"So, this is your typical post-game celebration, right?" I asked the captain.
"I can't really say for certain - club secret," he replied. "But I do know these are the craziest bunch of lunatics I've ever met."
"GAPES?!" shouted the Irish player, laughing with his unique accent.
"We like to party hard and have a good ol' spitroast!" another player added.
"Are you hungry, mate?" The Australian said, winking at me. "OY! Guys! Listen up! Let's get these two pieces of bush meat ready for the main feast, shall we?"
The men cheered and agreed. As he finished his statement, one of them grabbed two empty champagne bottles and shouted, "Right ho, mate!"
The Irishman, who'd shown up with the gold chalice trophy, acted like a chef as he started listing ingredients.
"Let's see," he muttered.
Pouring the gold chalice filled with their saliva and Kelly's piss, the Irishman doused Kelly and Cara's ass cracks and the openings of their anuses.
"I'm going to need that!" the other man with the bottles said.
Using the empty bottles, he inserted them into their anuses up to the wide necks, about three inches deep. They moaned and whimpered in pleasure and confusion while the bottles were moved up and down in their bottoms, again and again. The gathered men started rubbing their genitals against Kelly and Cara's stretched assholes, some fearlessly standing behind the women as if the bottles were their penises, teasing them slowly.
"We've got to get these two turkeys ready for stuffing," the Irishman noted thoughtfully. "You Americans do like Thanksgiving, don't you? Are you thankful?" he asked them, leaning closer to Cara's ear.
Kelly and Cara only moaned absentmindedly, their faces covered with eye rolls and drooling over the chosen objects in their mouths. The massive player slapped their asses again.
"You mean you're THANKFUL my little turkey girls?!" the Irishman bellowed more forcefully.
Kelly and Cara both moaned in response, nodding in time with each other. They were oblivious to the rubber dog balls in their mouths.
"Well, then, spit out your balls for me!" The Irishman ordered.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm!" They moaned and nodded in harmony.
Kelly and Cara placed the slippery, rubber ball toys into the man's hands, both trying to catch their breath. Kelly's hair hung limp on her forehead, her makeup dripping down her face. Standing, the Irish man bounced one of the balls against the ground and caught it in his grip.
"Hmmmmm..." he muttered, deep in thought. "Marinate... breasts, beer... champagne...thigh, rump, cum... Yes, that's it!" he said suddenly. "Let's have a look, shall we?"
The Irish man took the upturned bottles from Kelly and Cara's curvy behinds, and all the men found themselves staring at the gaping entrance of their rectums. As the uniform shorts fell and the cocks strained against the lowered waistbands, the Irish man inserted the rubber dog balls into their anuses.
"Hold on to these for a moment, will ya?" he said, the balls disappearing inside Kelly and Cara. "Ok fellows, let's place them on the dining table!"
The Samoan and another burly guy lifted the awe-inspiring women over their shoulders, like King Kong, and set them down on the picnic table. Once more, these experienced sluts assumed a doggy position, their wet holes beckoning for penetration. Slowly, the raised exit orifices pushed out the rubber dog balls.
"Ok gentlemen, savor your appetizer!" The Irish man declared.
Men surrounded the table, jacking themselves hard, their cocks like a diving board. As the Irish man removed the ball, the girls let out an "ohh uhh oohhh" in disbelief. They were so tired that all they could do was hold their mouth open and allow their faces to be fucked.
"A real blooming onion, mates!" The Australian commented from the side. The room filled with laughter, but most of them were so horny that they didn't mind. They were animals now.
The girls' asses flexed, increasing and decreasing their pleasure. Some of the men touched and prodded the balls, eventually pushing them back inside with their fingers.
"Now that's a great onion indeed!" declared The Australian.
As they tightened their buttocks between turns, the ball would disappear back into their anal cavities. The girls were like cows in heat, pushing out the rubber balls.
"Ok gentlemen, appreciate the display!" The Irishman said.
Next, they all took turns licking their partners' anal openings, with "ohh uhh oohhh" sounds coming from their faces. As the rubber ball continued to stretch their anuses, so too did the tongues that swirled around it.
"Wow, that's a true blooming onion!" The Australian praised.
The girls continued their masturbation by clenching their cheeks, stretching their anus with the balls. After a round of sniffing, licking and prodding, Kelly and Cara's asshole were drenched in saliva and secretions.
Cara was the first to eject the ball from her exhausted anus, spectators applauding.
"I need more Coke," she whined, as Kelly's ball fell out and hit the dirt. Both girls looked exhausted, mouths puckering like a fish out of water.
"You mean you need more C-"
"NO, you perverted freak, I need more C- "
SLURMPTH. Someone thrust his whole dick into Cara's open mouth, her cheeks puffing out as she coughed. Watching this, Kelly climbed onto a man's thighs and swallowed his balls. But her head was pulled away and another dick was pushed into her mouth.
"Glorp glorp glorp gl gl gl gl gl gl glorp, glup glup, glorp," couldn't be understood as anything else but Kelly and Cara's panting. They were now open vessels for face-fucking, panting and wheezing between the dick slaps. But still, their hands traced the men's balls while they breathed in sharply through their teeth.
"Fuck me!" Kelly suddenly exclaimed at the height of her desire. Cara soon followed, screaming as a dick slid into her ass from behind. At once, murmurs of approval arose.
"Cum all over me!" Kelly called out, and her wet pussy Ladies room closed around a man's cock.
Now, both of the women had dicks in each end of their body - their faces were being fucked while their pussies were being filled. No longer able to express themselves verbally, they could only moan and gasp as they were victimized by these men's satisfaction.
The title of this ordeal had become quite clear to me: it was a 'spitroast'. Women were now being penetrated from both ends, being reduced to mere vaginal passages. As they were taken advantage of, the more they were defiled, the softer and more yielding their pussies became.
Cara and Kelly had become adept at this sort of pleasure; sucking and fucking numerous men had led them to this moment. Their past experiences had prepared them for this night, and they remained poised as they knocked back drinks.
I glanced over at Kelly who was looking longingly at the man's bigger, darker member. After finding a ten-inch black dildo in her drawer, she had initially felt embarrassed. I convinced her to let loose by having her suck off the dildo while I filled her in different positions, letting Kelly achieve greater heights of ecstasy than she ever had. We discussed her experiences with black men before, and she admitted to having worked with a black man when she was 19. She shared that he had unexpectedly walked in on her in the backroom of a shop where she had asked to examine his cock before he allowed it to be pressed against her face while she peed and pleasured herself in return.
A nod and a signal were all that was needed from me for Kelly to approach The Samoan's massive dark cock. Her eyes filled with anticipation as she knelt before him, the thick, large head of his cock brushing her lips. Her mouth and eyes locked on his balls as she licked and sucked them while the guy behind her thrust himself into her body.
"Oh, uhhh, oh myyyyy, that's it," he sighed, voice filled with pleasure.
Taking one of his giant, marrow-sized balls in her mouth, Kelly moved from one testicle to the other, both being on full display.
"Oh, no!" Cara objected as she tried to take control of one of the balls, but Kelly shoved her away.
Both balls were now consumed by her face as another guy continued face-fucking Cara.
Slowly but surely, Kelly began to swallow The Samoan's cock inch by inch, like some kind of throat-caterpillar munching on a banana, until she met his pubic bone. She paused, waved her hand in front of her hairy face, before repositioning herself. Her throat was now beginning to fuck him while she strained to fit what looked like a large branch in her body.
"Holy shit," someone shouted in wonder.
Kelly rolled back, Kelly and Cara now on their backs, both panting and slick with sweat.
For the next twenty minutes or so, the team rotated, fucking and slamming their cocks inside Kelly and Cara, switching between their pussies and assholes. The girls did their best to pleasure them with tongues, tasting and licking ball sacks and cocks while they stayed rocked back. Some simply jacked off on their tits, which they positioned and pushed together. A few men shot their cum into the gold chalice. At one point, the two biggest men picked up Cara by her legs and sandwiched her between them, their cocks slamming into her asshole and pussy. Gravity added to the pleasure, and she had a powerful orgasm. The cock was withdrawn, and Cara was dropped back onto the table.
Pushed onto their knees, tongues out and eager, the guys jacked into their mouths the two women. The Irishman then poured the trophy of semen and squirted juice from Kelly onto their necks and chests.
Incred shocked faces, Kelly and Cara rubbed their large E cups together while the two women made out.
As the evening came to a close, beers were finished, clothes replaced, and the exhausted players began to lean against each other, even stumbling outside. The night had claimed and ravaged their bodies.
I nodded in agreement, suppressed to the punishment the women had received, but they were simply another excuse to come out tonight and release. They both had their fun, even though their faces and bodies had led the abuse. I felt nothing but satisfaction. And that was the point of tonight's event. The satisfaction of having had power to bestow such humiliation and abuse on two innocent women. As they staggered out into the night, the lingering taste of cum still occupied my thoughts.
"Are you having fun? The captain asked, taking out about a thousand dollars from the prize pot and slapping it into my palm along with a couple grams of coke.
"Congratulations on the victory," I responded, tucking the money and drugs away. "Alright dolls, we're heading to the showers."
I settled the bill and ushered the girls back to Cara's place, with Kelly stumbling onto her shoulder in the back seat.
I noticed in the mirror that they were finally getting along...
(Story continues...)
