Straight Female / 34
Butt Fumble
Hello everyone. I have a confession: during the Jets Steelers football game on Sunday, I allowed my husband and his friends to gang bang me.
Like every Saturday and Sunday from September until February, football reigns supreme. Sunday, however, typically sucks because my team, the New York Jets, always suck. However, every Sunday I put on my Mark Sanchez Jersey and root for my team. This day started no different, but it ended like no other.
We usually invite 10 or so people over a couple of times per year - it is honestly a pain in the ass to coordinate with some many people and kids and schedules. Brian and I do not have kids so it is easy for us to host. This day, it turned out the just four of the regulars could attend.
As the day went on, the five guys and me enjoyed football and food. In the third quarter, my husband made fun of my Sanchez jersey….butt fumble and all of that. I got mad and went into the bedroom to change. As I was in there, I was like no, I am not changing. As I was in there, the bunch of them all doubled down and making fun about my Jersey. Boys will be boys.
I decided to stop playing host and I started to drink. These guys can wait in themselves and cleanup today. Fast forward about an hour and the day goes horribly wrong.
After being teased and being the center of attention to a room full of half drunk men, they convince me to act out the butt fumble play. One guy was the lineman and another was a running back - I was Mark Sanchez. It was just a funny depiction. I acted it out perfectly, ending up on the floor. However, when I was being helped up, these men, all standing over me, one says this is an interesting position for you to be in. It occurred to me that I was basically on my knees, head level with five cocks. My face went tomato red and my pussy got triggered. Without even thinking, the words ‘you guys can’t handle me’ came out of my mouth. The pure evil looks on faces of these men would have put Satan to shame. The words really, prove it, all talk, etc rained down on me from the mouths of these men standing above me. ‘This isn’t happening boys…this isn’t happening’ was all could muster. They picked me up; my pussy now wide awake from being taunted. I could feel my nipples, as hard as they had ever been, poking through my white tank top and my jersey.
I sit the couch, my pussy not letting up. My husband says something sexual like ‘I will go grill - Abbie, do you want bratwurst or hot dogs for lunch?’ What an asshole! Does he want me to prove this? My response ‘I will take three hot dogs and two bratwurst!’
It was that moment when I knew I had said too much. 10 eyes were looking at me like a piece of meat in a forest. I was the prey of the day.
In the blink of an eye, I started to take off my jersey. I was soaking my leggings and I had to prove this to them. They were like no, you do not need to do this, stop, blah blah blah. And my response…’you are all talk!’ My husband stood there in disbelief as I stood up, walked over to Artie and dropped to my knees. I has determined to show these assholes I could not be handled.
After multiple blow jobs, it turned to sex. These men fucked me inside and out. They used my mouth and pussy in ways that I still cannot believe. That is until one asked to fuck my ass as I was riding another cock. I looked at my husband, what an asshole, he just stood there with no answer. My anger filled response ‘there is lube in the bedroom.’ They made me completely airtight for the next hour or so.
I had become a slut. I gave my entire body to these men, because they questioned me and how capable I was. They get to love with the fun of this….I get to live with the fact that I was a slut and I liked it.
Like every Saturday and Sunday from September until February, football reigns supreme. Sunday, however, typically sucks because my team, the New York Jets, always suck. However, every Sunday I put on my Mark Sanchez Jersey and root for my team. This day started no different, but it ended like no other.
We usually invite 10 or so people over a couple of times per year - it is honestly a pain in the ass to coordinate with some many people and kids and schedules. Brian and I do not have kids so it is easy for us to host. This day, it turned out the just four of the regulars could attend.
As the day went on, the five guys and me enjoyed football and food. In the third quarter, my husband made fun of my Sanchez jersey….butt fumble and all of that. I got mad and went into the bedroom to change. As I was in there, I was like no, I am not changing. As I was in there, the bunch of them all doubled down and making fun about my Jersey. Boys will be boys.
I decided to stop playing host and I started to drink. These guys can wait in themselves and cleanup today. Fast forward about an hour and the day goes horribly wrong.
After being teased and being the center of attention to a room full of half drunk men, they convince me to act out the butt fumble play. One guy was the lineman and another was a running back - I was Mark Sanchez. It was just a funny depiction. I acted it out perfectly, ending up on the floor. However, when I was being helped up, these men, all standing over me, one says this is an interesting position for you to be in. It occurred to me that I was basically on my knees, head level with five cocks. My face went tomato red and my pussy got triggered. Without even thinking, the words ‘you guys can’t handle me’ came out of my mouth. The pure evil looks on faces of these men would have put Satan to shame. The words really, prove it, all talk, etc rained down on me from the mouths of these men standing above me. ‘This isn’t happening boys…this isn’t happening’ was all could muster. They picked me up; my pussy now wide awake from being taunted. I could feel my nipples, as hard as they had ever been, poking through my white tank top and my jersey.
I sit the couch, my pussy not letting up. My husband says something sexual like ‘I will go grill - Abbie, do you want bratwurst or hot dogs for lunch?’ What an asshole! Does he want me to prove this? My response ‘I will take three hot dogs and two bratwurst!’
It was that moment when I knew I had said too much. 10 eyes were looking at me like a piece of meat in a forest. I was the prey of the day.
In the blink of an eye, I started to take off my jersey. I was soaking my leggings and I had to prove this to them. They were like no, you do not need to do this, stop, blah blah blah. And my response…’you are all talk!’ My husband stood there in disbelief as I stood up, walked over to Artie and dropped to my knees. I has determined to show these assholes I could not be handled.
After multiple blow jobs, it turned to sex. These men fucked me inside and out. They used my mouth and pussy in ways that I still cannot believe. That is until one asked to fuck my ass as I was riding another cock. I looked at my husband, what an asshole, he just stood there with no answer. My anger filled response ‘there is lube in the bedroom.’ They made me completely airtight for the next hour or so.
I had become a slut. I gave my entire body to these men, because they questioned me and how capable I was. They get to love with the fun of this….I get to live with the fact that I was a slut and I liked it.
