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Girl Fag 03

 

I threw some clothes in my backpack the next afternoon, actually the same things I'd worn the night before. My jeans, Texaco shirt, and my ball cap. Some socks and boxers, and my old shoes. I dressed out in my football uniform, but I knew after practice, I'd be changing in the locker room. That thought made me nervous and excited at the same time.

Matt and Lance stopped by to ride with me, the way they always did. They had packs too and we rode kind of slow because for once in our lives we were actually running early for something other than Christmas.

"Hey, you wanna sleep over at my house Friday?" Matt asked me. "Lance and Kyle are coming over, my mom said it was cool."

"Yeah, we're gonna rent Jason vs. Freddy!" Lance grinned at me.

"We saw that like a hundred times," I shook my head. "Get something else."

"It's intense, c'mon, Ann!" Matt loved that movie. "We gotta watch something scary, dude!"

"It ain't scary after awhile," I shrugged. "Get like 28 Days Later or something."

"Zombies dude!" Lance yelled. "We want your women!"

"We saw that before too," Matt said.

"Just once," I told him

"How about…" and it went back and forth. We'd end up getting Jason vs. Freddie though and spend most of our time talking and throwing popcorn at each other and saying all the lines a split-second before the actors did. But that was fun too.

After practice, tired and huffing from 5 more laps around that stupid football field, we made our way to the locker room. Coach had told everybody to tell their parents there was a girl on the football team, but he didn't tell anyone to explain that the girl would be sharing the locker room with the boys. Maybe the Coach just overlooked that, or figured the guys would say something. But even fourteen year olds aren't that dumb, at least around our town. Somebody's mom would have gotten a bit…concerned maybe. I know I didn't tell my daddy, he'd have yanked me off that team as quick as you can say, "What?!"

So what we had, if you can imagine it, was a great sexy secret among twenty teens going through puberty. Somebody, eventually, would let that cat out of the bag, but for the time being it was more like walking on glass. At least for me. The locker room was strangely quiet, considering how excited and loud and naturally energetic everybody had been a few minutes earlier on the field. I'd already put my clothes in my locker, before practice had started, but now as I opened it I felt everyone looking at me.

"What are you guys looking at? Jeeze!" I looked around and laughed at all those guys. Nobody had even started undressing.

"They never seen a girl before," Brian was next to me and he grinned.

I had reached under my jersey and unhooked my pads and untied the string in the front, the way Steve had showed me. I pulled my pads and jersey off over my head, so I stood there topless. I ignored the way most of the guys stared at my smallish breasts with their hard little pink nipples sticking out. I felt strangely excited by the whole thing and that just made me more aggressive I think.

"Well, I'm not a girl," I looked at Brian. "I'm a football player, okay?"

He looked down at my tits and nodded, "Yeah, whatever you say." Then he was removing his own pads and most of the guys started doing the same.

Matt and Lance had started undressing already, making a big show of ignoring me, but they'd seen me countless times bare butt naked. On the other side of me, little Lenny Solomon wasn't moving at all.

"What are you starin at?" I looked at him.

"N-Nothing," he said and sat down real quick, looking away from me.

I could hear guys whispering to each other, giggling a little. It did embarrass me a little, but not too bad. Like I've said, I grew up with a house full of guys, and all my best friends were guys. These boys were just going to have to get used to it. I kicked off my cleats and untied my football pants, keeping my eyes down as I got them loose enough so I could hook my thumbs in the waist and more or less peel them down my hips, over my butt and down my thighs. I had to bend over a little and I knew every guy in there was staring at my ass. All I was wearing was my jockstrap and that stupid nut cup I didn't really need.

"God!" someone whispered loudly from behind me and I knew whoever it was could see everything when I bent over like that. 

The thin stretchy straps of my jock hugged around my butt and there was a bit that ran from the base of the cup up and around the firm creamy globes. But there was nothing hiding my little pink butthole from their view, nor were the swollen folds of my pussy hidden very much. I could feel my blood rushing hot and my sex felt greasy as I moved. I didn't know why I was excited physically; mentally I just wished I had a dick so these guys would ignore me. Why had I been born like this, I wondered? It wasn't fair.

I was a little angry and I punished those guys the only way I knew how – with my body. I decided if they had to look, I couldn't stop them. No matter what I did or said, for most of them, maybe all of them except Lance and Matt, it was the first time they'd ever seen a girl naked. A girl they weren't related to, I mean. I bent down even farther, stretching my legs as I removed my socks one at a time. The cup was chafing me, but I'd leave that until last.

"Well now what?" Coach's voice suddenly filled the locker room. "Why's it so danged quiet in here?" He rounded the corner, "Jeeeez-us!" I straightened up quick and turned around. The coach was staring at me, standing there with his clipboard and eyes nearly as wide as his mouth.

"Hey, uh…Coach," I licked my lips and everyone else was suddenly very busy putting stuff in their lockers or something.

"Goddamn…Okay," Coach rubbed his head. "This, uh…One locker room, one team thing…Maybe uh…Russet you want to change lockers, um I can get the keys for the girls locker room and…"

"No sir!" I shook my head. "One team, right coach?" I felt a lump of fear, I thought maybe he was going to kick me off the team!

I was standing there naked except for one sock halfway down and my jockstrap, bulging ridiculously with that nut cup. I put my hands behind my back, sort of turning a little with my hips, back and forth while Coach looked at me.

"One team…Right. Um…Come on in here with me now," he walked back around the lockers and into the coach's office. I was right behind him and he told me to close the door as I entered. "Push the button there on the knob, Russet."

"You want me to lock it, Coach?"

"Uh, yeah, we need to talk," Coach sat down on his desk, facing me as I stood there. "You know…If you didn't have those itty bitty titties there, I'd say you were the cutest young man I ever saw, Russet."

I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there, looking down at my breasts.

"I gotta tell you, I wasn't sure about havin a girl on my football team. Not…" he held up his hand, "…not because you can't play…I coached all of your brothers, I know what you got pumpin' in your heart there. Hell, you just proved it. I figured you'd come crying before you'd be getting bare assed naked in front of all those boys!" 

I looked up at him. "I ain't gonna cry, coach," I said quietly.

"I guess not," he nodded. "Proved me wrong, damned if you didn't, and I never figured a girl for that!"

He was almost laughing, I thought, and it made me feel a little helpless. Embarrassed even, although I didn't understand why. I guess he could see the confusion on my face.

"I just never had much use for a girl, uh…You know what I mean, Russet?"

I licked my lips, "N-No sir." I didn't have a clue.

"What I mean is that one of the good things about coaching the football team is I get to…Train…One special boy. About being a man and being treated…Like a man."

"You train one person?" I frowned slightly. I thought he was training all of us.

"I train one boy and make him a man. Not a person, not a girl."

"So…" I looked down at my breasts. "Are you, uh, kicking me off the team Coach?" my voice was small, which was exactly how I was feeling.

"Do you want me to?" he asked.

"No sir," I shook my head. "I…I really do like football, I just, uh…I think the guys need some…Time, you know? About the locker room thing, I mean."

"Never you mind that right now," Coach shooed all those concerns away with his hand. "How bad do you want to play football?"

I opened my mouth to say something, but he shushed me quick.

"And how bad do you want to be a boy?" Coach grinned like he'd known all my secrets all along.

"I…" I stared at him. I wanted to be a boy more than anything right then, and not just right then, but anytime. I wasn't supposed to be in this body, didn't he know that? "I want to be a boy, yes sir. I-I wish I had a dick, Coach. Sometimes. I really do cause I think I wasn't sposed to be…" I looked down and really hoped I wouldn't cry, "…Like this."

"I think you're right about that, Russet," Coach nodded. "When I saw you bending over in there, you know what I was thinking?"

"No sir," I sucked my lip.

"I was thinking that boy's got a beautiful ass!" he smiled at me, his hard craggy features turning almost handsome beneath his bushy black brows. "I was thinking, that's the boy I'm gonna train this year. Yes sir," he slapped his bare thigh just below his shorts. "Gave me wood, damned if you didn't!" he laughed. "And that, Miss Russet, is the very first time in 46 years that a woman has ever made my dick hard!"

"I…I made your dick…Hard?" I stared at the man in disbelief.

"Yep and when I realized it was you…" he gestured around us. "Well, here we are." I watched him as he unzipped his shorts, slowly pulling out his long and now soft penis. "Now…How badly do you wanna play football, boy?"

"You just like…Boys?" I looked at him.

"That's right, so you just leave that cup on, I like it, and come on over here and get this thing hard. I'm going to show you what I show all my special players…"

"What's that?" I whispered.

"How a man fucks a boy!" he grinned at me and I barely had time to consider the real meaning of his words before I found myself taking his soft cock into my inexpert mouth.

It was different than it had been with Steve. This was almost a stranger - I'd known Coach since Monday and it was only Wednesday! But I was excited beyond belief. Where I'd felt safe and loved the night before with my brother, now I was filled with something more…Exciting. I was having sex with a man who really did only want me as a boy. He had no interest in my boobs or in my pussy. He hadn't even realized I was a girl at first, not when he just saw my ass sticking up in the air like an invitation to the first big hard cock that came along. Coach was gay, he'd admitted as much, and I was a boy for him, a little queer teenage boy to suck and fuck him as he desired.

"Yeah…Get on it, you little fag!" he was rubbing my head, pulling my mouth down hard. It was so very different from the gentle patience Steve had shown me. "You done this before, huh boy?" he pulled my face down until I gagged, and only reluctantly did he let me back up, coughing and sucking air. His cock was big, but not like Steve's and I was both grateful and a little disappointed I think.

"Mmpphhh-mmphh…" I made little noises of agreement as I worked his prick in and out of my lips. I didn't use my hands at all; I just braced myself against Coach's powerful thighs. His cock was leaking precum and I swallowed it constantly.

"Take it, cock boy!" Coach pulled me down hard again and this time it happened just when I was swallowing and suddenly his whole penis just slid right inside me. I felt my face pressed against his wiry pubic hair, Coach's big balls slapping against my chin and I couldn't breathe at all! There was a good seven inches of cock buried to the hilt in my mouth and throat and I tried to push off, feeling a little bit of fear seizing me.

"Ohhhh fuck ya, throat it boy! Eat that man meat!" I was struggling, trying to push away so I could breathe and I think it only excited him more. "Uhhh fuck…You're a born cocksucker!"

Finally Coach relaxed his grip on my head and I pulled off his cock, feeling it sliding back out of my throat almost painfully and I inhaled deeply, coughing just a little. I blinked, realizing I had tears in my eyes and before I knew it Coach was urging me back down on his cock.

"Keep suckin, boy! A football player like you needs his protein!" I didn't resist, I felt strange inside, all over really, and all I wanted to do was suck that man's cock, to feel his sperm shooting into my tummy. I was a boy finally, like in the little videos I'd seen, the pictures, I was a guy and Coach was reminding me of that every chance he got.

"Back in your throat, come on, kid…You wanna run with the big dogs you gotta suck it up!" he was digging his big strong hands into my scalp, pulling me down hard, not caring if my throat was open or not, he just rammed his cock inside. "This here's mouth fucking, boy!" he was chuckling. "You gotta get used to this, cause we're going to be doing it a lot, faggot!"

His big fat cock slid in and out of me, sometimes pressing into my throat easily, sometimes painfully, forcing its way into the tight confines of my mouth. Coach didn't seem to mind, and truthfully, neither did I. I was too excited by it, the attitude, the roughness of it all. It was nothing like I'd ever imagined. There was no tenderness in Coach whatsoever, it was all about getting him off and I didn't care. I wanted him to use me that way, even if I didn't understand it.

"Ohhh…Here now! Come on…Get it down, cockslut!" Coach pulled my face to his crotch, spearing his turgid prick halfway down to my tummy and he hunched over me, as if hugging me in some strange way and I dimly became aware of his cock pulsing between my stretched lips, throbbing over my tongue. I even imagined I could feel it expanding in my throat as my muscles contracted around it. But those were the only indications I had that Coach was cumming. I couldn't taste or feel his cum, he was shooting it straight into my belly.

Only when Coach finally relaxed, after a long minute, was I able to pull my mouth away and I was dizzy and my lungs ached from holding my breath. I could taste the sperm he left behind, leaking from his cockhead as he withdrew and I savored it, leaving it on my tongue as I panted on my knees, tired and happy. My tummy swimming in sperm and I burped.

"Goddamn that was good, Russet!" Coach grinned and tousled my hair a little. "I was gonna fuck you too, but I think I dumped every bit of sperm I had, boy!"

I just licked my lips and nodded. My throat felt pretty sore and I wasn't sure I wanted to try and talk anyway. My boobs felt like they were on fire though, my nipples burning and begging for attention, my pussy too, hiding under that nut cup I still wore. My little clit buzzed with desire and I squeezed my thighs together, wanting to touch myself, to frig myself off, but knowing I couldn't. I was a boy; I didn't have a stupid cunt. At least that's what I tried to tell myself.

"Looks like you want it though," Coach smiled at me. "You ever been fucked, Russet?"

"N-No sir," I answered with a soft hoarse whisper. I felt my body tingle at the thought. Steve was going to fuck me, I hoped, he'd sort of promised me and I meant to keep him to it. Especially now, since it didn't seem like Coach was going to.

"I don't mean girlie fucked," Coach stared at me. "I mean dirty butt fucked like a fag."

I shook my head, "N-Never Coach."

"But you want it don't you?" Coach chuckled. "You might be a girl on the outside, Russet, but you're a queer little boy on the inside, ain't ya?"

"Yessss…" I hissed through my teeth softly. "How do you know…"

"How do I know?" he raised one of those imperious eyebrows. "I've been coaching for nearly thirty years. There ain't a damn thing about teenage boys that I don't know. I know what they're thinking, what they're doin, hell…I know what they're dreaming about when they're all tucked in at night."

"Oh," I whispered and it was everything I could do to keep from rubbing my nipples.

"Like you, Russet." He gave a little nod, "You dream about having a dick, don't ya? But not so you can screw little Valerie Parker in the back seat of your Daddy's car." He didn't wait for my reply, "You want a dick so you can jerk off while you suck mine, ain't that right? So you can feel your balls getting tight when some guy stretches that little ass of yours wide open…"

I gulped and nodded. "Yeah…I want a dick…" I whispered.

"I figured as much," Coach grinned. "You just remember, Russet, those boys out there…They don't understand that. They're just kids, horny and hungry and they just think about that little hole you got in the front. You keep away from 'em, okay? Specially that Hades kid, he wants to put some babies in your belly. Hell of a football player, but he ain't gonna understand you being queer on the inside."

"Okay Coach," I figured this had to be the weirdest conversation that I would ever have in my entire life.

"You're my player now, Russet. That means everyday after practice, before you start undressing, you come in here," he gave me a stern look. "You get your ass in here and we're gonna do what we gotta do, you understand me?"

I understood. Coach was going to have sex with me every day after practice. He was going to teach me how to be a man and have good hard man sex. I took a deep breath, feeling my heart about to burst at the thought of it. 

"Yes sir," I said softly.

"Now don't you be telling nobody either, Russet. This is a secret between you and me. You gotta give me your word on that and if you break your word, well then…I guess you ain't much of a man anyways." He stared at me hard, "Just a girl after all."

"I…I won't tell, Coach," I stood up slowly. "I promise."

"All right then, get out of here and get cleaned up," he was putting his dick away and I gave it a glance as I turned around. "And Russet…"

"Yeah Coach?"

"I wish you had a dick too, boy."

I walked out of the office, feeling Coach's eyes on my bare ass until I turned the little corner. Most everyone was gone already except Lance and Matt, and Brian Hades. My two best friends were hanging out by the door and they followed me as I walked by. Brian was at his locker, fully dressed now and looking at me. I remembered what Coach had said and I tried to ignore the smile that I really wanted to give the boy.

"So?" Lance asked me. "What did Coach want?"

"He just wanted to talk to me," I shrugged, hoping I didn't look like I'd just sucked off a man. I had a lot of air in my belly and I burped again, tasting sperm, and I covered my mouth.

"We thought maybe he was, uh, doing something," Lance sounded apologetic, sort of. "He wasn't, was he?"

"No!" I laughed at him, but it was forced. I'd known Lance and Matt for almost ten years; they'd seen me lie a zillion times and knew how I did it.

Matt grabbed me by the arm, "What did he do?"

"He didn't do anything, come on!" I pulled my arm away. "He's the Coach he was worried about the guys, looking at me and stuff. He said I had to wait until everybody was gone."

"Uh-huh," Matt didn't sound convinced.

"Alright, whatever," Lance shrugged. "We're gonna get some cokes, want one?"

"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute okay?"

"Yeah." The guys left to find the vending machine, they'd hang out by our bikes talking about me, I knew. They probably figured Coach was touching me, maybe fucking me or something. Their imaginations were like that. Or more probably I was just really worried that everyone could tell we'd been doing something.

I went to my locker, trying to ignore the looks Brian was giving me. I was still wearing only that jock strap and nut cup thing. I decided I'd just get dressed and go home, take a shower there and find out what Steve was doing. I was so horny right then it was unbelievable. I knew I was young, too young probably for all the things I was feeling, but all I knew was that need inside me.

"Hi," Brian smiled and me.

"Hey," I didn't look at him.

"Was Coach pissed?" Brian sat down on the bench, straddling it so he faced me.

"No," I shook my head. "He was just worried about some of you guys."

"Worried about us?" Brian grinned. "This is the boys locker room."

"Yeah. I know. But I'm on the team, remember?" I finally had to look at him. I was pulling that cup out of the weird pouch thing and I put it on the shelf.

"So? You can't just get naked, you're a girl! What do you expect?"

"What are you talking about?" I pulled off my jock, completely exposing my pussy with its little wisps of light brown hair. My pussy lips were full and felt sort of rubbery and wet still, even though I was calming down a little.

"You were crying to Coach, that's what. Probably saying how we were all staring at you and stuff like we were gonna rape you…" Brian was trying to look at my face, trying to act cool, but his eyes kept going down.

"No! He called me remember?" I grabbed my shirt and started putting it on, determined to ignore his staring eyes. 

"Yeah, so? You were in there a long time. What was he doing? Showing you a new play?" Brian laughed.

"We were talking! So what? He told me that I had to watch out for guys like you!"

"Like me?" Brian made a face, finally looking back up into my eyes.

"Yeah, cause you just want to make some babies," I grabbed my boxers and started putting them on.

"Coach is whacked! I just don't want to get in trouble cause you're some lesbo who doesn't like guys."

I didn't understand why he was giving me a hard time. I kind of hoped we'd be friends after what happened the day before. I guess I was expecting him to ask me out or something and I probably would have said yes, despite what Coach had said. But now he was making me mad.

"You don't know anything about me!" I still had one sock on and I grabbed the other one, sliding it up my foot and calf. "I told you I don't like girls, okay?"

"And you don't like boys so…" Brian stared at my legs.

"I do like boys, who said I don't?"

"Your friends, those fags, Lance and the other guy."

"What did they say?"

"They said you didn't have any boyfriend cause you didn't want one."

"Yeah? So what? I don't want one and if I did, I could get one anytime I wanted to!" I was putting on my pants and jamming my feet into the legs angrily. "You're just pissed cause I don't make baby faces every time you look at me!" It was my turn to grin at him.

"Yeah, whatever," Brian rolled his eyes. "I don't even like you!"

"I don't like you either!" I put on my shoes quickly, not bothering with the laces and slammed my locker, locking it.

"So bye then!" Brian sat there, watching me leave.

"Yeah. Bye!" I said under my breath. I didn't like him, but I think I was falling in love with him.

Lance and Matt didn't say much on the ride home and that suited me just fine. I was thinking about too much stuff anyway. I was thinking about Coach and how he made me his special player and was going to teach me how to be a queer. I was thinking about Steve and how he was going to love me. I was thinking about Brian and how come I got so mad at him when all I wanted to do was kiss him. And I was thinking about Lance and Matt and how they knew I hadn't just been talking to Coach. They didn't know what we'd really been doing, but they knew I'd lied about it. So it must have been something bad.

Did you ever have a day like that?

When I got home it was the usual chaos. Mark and Henry were out working in the garage with Daddy. Scott was in the kitchen trying to make spaghetti. David was playing on the computer. Greg was in our room, laying on his bed doing homework. And Steve...

"Where's Steve at?"

Greg didn't bother looking up, "I dunno, his car's gone. I was gonna ask him for a ride to the library."

"Oh," I sat down on my bed, wondering why Steve wasn't home. He'd promised me! 

"Maybe he's still at school."

"Yeah, maybe," I sighed.

"What's the matter with you?" Greg finally closed his book and rolled over, propping himself up against the headboard and looking at me.

"I just…We were gonna do something," I gestured weakly. "It's not important."

"You and Steve?" Greg laughed.

"What?" I looked at him, blushing maybe a little, although I didn't know why.

"Nothing," Greg shrugged. 

He was cute too, like all my brothers are. Greg's hair was dark, like Steve's, and short, of course. He had a little white scar on the top from where he'd gotten hit on the head with a rock once. And his eyes were more hazel than brown, which was nice. Greg and I were pretty close, not just in age - he was almost exactly a year older - but also as friends, as brother and sister. 

I was close to all my brothers though. My Daddy told me once, when I was older, that I was the one that made the rest of them a family. That if I wasn't there, then everyone would have just gone their different ways. I was the glue, Daddy had said, and he was serious.

"No, just say it!" I laughed at him. "What about me and Steve?"

"Why?" he grinned at me. "I didn't mean anything!"

"Yeah you did!" I jumped on his bed, bouncing a little and straddled his stomach, looking down at him. Greg's super ticklish too! My fingers went for his underarms. "Tell me!"

"God! Sensitive…" and then he was giggling, trying to press his arms close to his body, rocking a little back and forth as I tickled him.

"Say it!" I was laughing to and I bounced my butt a little up and down on his stomach. I don't know why I was acting like that because you know if you show too much interest in something then it's worse than confessing. Usually worse than the truth, you know? I was definitely guilty of something with Steve and even though Greg was breathless and laughing and writhing beneath me, I could see that glimmer of recognition in his eyes.

He grabbed my hands finally, my wrists, and pulled me down, stretching my body and rolling over. I suddenly found myself on my back, on my brother's bed, with me legs wide around his waist. His hands gripped my wrists, not entirely unpleasantly, and his chest was pressing against my heaving breasts. We were both smiling, giggling a little, and breathing hard.

"You tell me!" he grinned and he pushed with his hips a little and I tightened my legs around him.

"No!" I laughed, sticking out my tongue.

"Come on sis!" Greg whispered in a little sing-song sort of voice. "You and Steve what?"

"Nothing! We didn't do anything!" I struggled a little, but not fighting. I kind of liked the way this felt.

Greg pushed against me again. We were both fully dressed, of course, him in corduroys and a t-shirt and me in my jeans and Texaco shirt. But I felt his groin pressing against mine and there was something else, I could feel the lump of his penis, hard, but coiled up I think, pressing down instead of up, trapped in his underwear. But I could feel it, pushing against my covered sex and my legs tightened of their own accord.

"What did you and Steve do, Annie?" Greg's eyes were looking in mine and I felt my heart beating harder again, my blood warmed suddenly and those butterflies were back.

"I toooohmmphh…!!" My word were cut off suddenly as Greg put his mouth on mine and his tongue pushed into my mouth. 

He thrust his pelvis against me hard, grinding sort off, not relaxing the pressure and it felt good. I was so totally unprepared for that, especially his kiss and I couldn't help but respond. I used my own tongue to tickle his, wriggling it wetly around and finally into his mouth as we kissed deeper. I was pushing back against him too, lifting my butt a little, rocking my hips, looking for more of that good feeling he was giving me, even through all of our clothes.

"Mmmm…" I moaned softly and Greg let go of my wrists so I could put my arms around him. We kissed eagerly for several minutes, Frenching and sharing each other's spit until we had to pause for air.

"God!" I breathed finally. "Wha-What did you do that for?"

"Why did you do it?" Greg smiled and licked his lips.

"I don't know…" and then I kissed him again, just as urgently as I knew how, sucking his tongue as if it were a small pink cock. My breasts were aching beneath Greg's chest, the weight of him felt so good. I imagined I could feel his heart beating against mine and still we were grinding, dry humping endlessly. I could feel my pussy getting soft and mushy wet with juices and I wondered how it felt for Greg, having a hard cock throbbing and trapped uncomfortably.

And I didn't know why we were kissing. There was no why, it just seemed like the right thing to do. Greg had a girlfriend, his first one, and I wondered if he'd ever kissed her like this. Part of me hoped he hadn't and I didn't understand that, really, I mean why I'd be thinking about that while we kissed. 

"Did you and Steve do this?" Greg asked me as we broke our second wonderfully long kiss.

"Yeah," I sighed happily. "Take your cock out…I'll show you what else."

I hadn't made a decision to do it. I hadn't thought about it or anything, I just wanted to. Like spontaneous impulsive buying at the store. Never go grocery shopping when you're hungry!

Greg stared at me for a second and then he moved, rising up on his knees to undo his pants and free his hard penis. It pressed outward like a spring, bobbing up and down slightly as he released it. I shivered when I saw it too, large and beautiful, with dark veins and a smooth wetly rounded crown. I just lay there, pulling him forward with my hands so he could kneel above my body and lean forward, bringing his cock down to my eager lips.

"Ohhh…Jesus, Annie!" Greg groaned as I took him slowly into my mouth, sucking a good two or three fat inches into my mouth.

I bathed his cock with my tongue. He wasn't nearly as thick as Steve, or as long, but I thought it was nice anyway and it seemed a perfect fit for my little mouth. I had my hands on Greg's tight ass, guiding his gentle thrusts so that he could just slide his hot prick in and out of the slippery soft 'O' I was making with my lips. I was getting a lot better at sucking cocks, I thought, but it was still only my third one and every now and then Greg would push just a little too deep and I would gag a little. But it wasn't bad and I was enjoying it a lot. I thought about trying to take him in my throat, the way Coach had done with me, but I was still sore and it hurt when I swallowed a little, so I didn't.

Greg fucked my mouth for a good ten minutes I think, giving little moans and groans and sighs of pleasure. His hands were on my head sometimes, touching me, stroking me and I liked it. He even reached back at one point, pressing his hand against the crotch of my jeans, putting a little pressure on my burning pussy, but I closed my legs, not wanting to be reminded that I had nothing there. I pulled my mouth off for a moment, telling him…

"No…No…Don't touch me. I don't like it…" and he gave me a funny look, but did as I asked and left my pussy alone. I wished I had a cock, a big long hard one that he could feel for me, but I didn't. All I had was that stupid pussy and I tried to forget about it.

"Ahhh…Sis…Annie…I'm gonna cum…" Greg was speaking softly, warning me and I didn't mind. I just sucked him harder, as if I might be able to draw his sweet sperm out of his balls with my mouth. 

"Ahhh…God!" Greg arched his back and I felt it, much like I had Steve's the night before, a series of rapid pulsing jets of my brother's sperm shooting into my mouth, flooding it even as I tried my best to swallow it all down. I pulled him to me, disregarding the discomfort in my bruised throat and his cock slid all the way inside, catching me mid-swallow. That really seemed to push him over the edge and Greg held my head tight as his balls jumped, unloading his semen into my waiting tummy.

"Oh Christ! That was good, Ann…God! You did that with Steve?" he'd pulled back, removing his cock from my mouth and I licked around my lips, smiling up at him.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Don't tell anybody, okay?"

"I won't, no…I swear, sis! Jesus!" he was smiling like he'd just won the lottery or something. "That was fantastic! Can we do it again?"

I laughed at him, "Yeah, sometime, but I need a shower, Greg." I still hadn't washed up from football practice and my pussy was so wet I felt like I'd peed myself.

"Oh, yeah…Okay," Greg blushed a little bit and got off me slowly. The fact of what we'd just done was starting to sink in and it was harder for him, I think, than it was for me. I loved sucking cock. And I loved my brothers. So…What was wrong with that?

"I'm, uh…" Greg was putting his penis away, zipping up his pants and looking down. "I'm sorry I did that, I mean if…" he looked up at me and his pretty brown eyes were full of guilt I think. "Are you mad, Ann?"

"Mad?" I laughed and sat up. "No! I'm not mad at all! Why?"

"I don't know, I just never…"

"Now you did!" I giggled and I put my arms around him, giving him a tight hug. "I love you. You're my brother," I kissed him and he responded too, kissing me back even though I still had some sperm in my mouth. He didn't care and everything was all right again.

Wednesdays. What is it about Wednesdays, I thought to myself as I stood in the shower, feeling that hot spray relaxing me. Thursdays are weird too, but Wednesdays…This had been the weirdest day of my life, by far! I washed myself slowly, feeling my boobs and really wishing they'd stop growing. If they stopped right then, just good handfuls like they were, I figured it would be okay. But if they got bigger, like B or even C cups? I frowned. It was bad enough having a pretty face. But having a pretty body would totally ruin what I wanted.

I looked at my pussy too. I even slapped it, just once, but sort of hard. It was a bad, wicked little hole that I didn't want. The idea of someone putting a penis inside there was almost…Disgusting. I knew I had to touch it, sometimes, just to feel good. That was where the buttons were, the nerves and feelings that made me feel really good. But I didn't like it. I tried to imagine a cock, like Steve's, a real big one with plum sized balls hanging down between my legs. That would be so much better! I could live with the rest of my body, but my cunt…It was a betrayal.

I washed my butt too. Sliding my slippery soapy fingers between the firm globes of my ass, rubbing across my little anus and I pushed inside, experimentally. I'd never really done that before, felt inside it. The feeling was nice and strange and very…Erotic to me, and that was a new word to go with all my new feelings. Coach had said I had a beautiful ass, a beautiful boy's ass and he was going to fuck it. Steve too, he'd promised that he'd put his huge cock in my butt, just like I was a guy and that was the only hole I had. My ass and my mouth.

"Fuck my ass!" I whispered, just to feel my lips moving to make the words. "Fuck me in the ass!" I tried it a couple different ways, wondering how a boy would say it. A little faggot teenager like me, begging for it from his friend, from his coach.

I shoved my middle finger inside, sort of wriggling it around and it felt so nice. I was tight and warm inside and I could feel the muscles giving way reluctantly. I pushed a little, as if going to the bathroom, and I felt the pressure and it excited me. I slid my finger in and out slowly, closing my eyes and leaning up against the cool tiles of the shower wall. I was barely aware of what I was doing, that I was masturbating, but not with my pussy, with my ass. I was finger fucking my own ass, trying to imagine how a cock would feel, how it would hurt and stretch and push inside me. Steve's cock was so big, even Coach's was much larger than my finger. I shuddered as I imagined how much more full I would feel, how very much like a boy finally, getting ass fucked by a man.

I worked my finger back and forth until I almost thought I could cum, just from fingering my ass. My nipples were hard again and my pussy was like a furnace inside, the walls of my vagina humming and begging for some attention too. My clit was hard and if I touched it, even just once, I knew I'd orgasm completely. 

I'd had maybe two and half orgasms in my whole life up to that point. The first time was accidental and it had come so fast and unexpectedly, sweeping over my senses like a hurricane, that I'd been frightened by it. The second time had taken longer and it was different than the first, deeper, if that makes sense. And the half orgasm…That was maybe a third kind, that didn't quite destroy me so totally as the other two, but left me breathless and happy and eager for more. Two and a half orgasms over a year or so of occasional masturbation…

There was one waiting for me now. Lurking and teasing and taunting me. I had images of Steve fucking me, of Coach throwing me over his big desk and raping my ass, calling me boy and fag and queer until I begged him for his sperm. I licked my lips, imagining I could still taste Greg, lovely sexy Greg, my closest brother. He was so innocent, I thought, so afraid that he'd made me angry…I wanted them all, right then in that shower with me. How different they seemed, how similar and wonderful my first three experiences with men. If only I had a cock, I breathed, and pulled my finger from my ass slowly, ignoring the desires of my useless cunt. I finished my shower, washing myself thoroughly and stepped out to dry myself off.

 

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