The Rugby Squad Ch. 03

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While each part is a standalone, please feel free to check out CH. 2 and the Prequel for the full backstory.
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The sun began to go down behind the rugby bar where I had been drinking beers with my soon-to-be girlfriend Kelly, and my friend's ex Cara, who had been vying jealously and whoreishly for my attention. No sooner had the two drunk PAWG's gone off to do coke in the bathroom, that had they found themselves choking down the cocks of the rugby team Captain and a tall Australian through hidden glory holes. After returning even more numbed out and sucking down their first load, the rest of the rugby team arrived off their championship win and looking to celebrate...
We were all crammed into a small back patio where Kelly and Cara were currently bent over a large, overturned old whiskey barrel, and naked-asses-spanked red hot with the rolled up uniform shirts of the sweating, tuned-up players. Fresh off of uncontrollable wet orgasms, the Captain and The Australian pussy-dipped their cigars (and one for my myself), where we sat smoking and breathing in these two hot slut's vaginal potpurri. Thus far, it had been an enjoyable afternoon as an inadvertent spectator.
"So... this is typical postgame for you guys then?" I asked The Captain.
"I can't really say for sure- club secret," he replied, "But I do know this is the craziest bunch of lunatic apes I fucking know."
"Did you say GAPES?!" shouted the Irish player, laughing with his witty accent.
"We like to get fucking rocked and have ourselves a spitroast!" another player yelled out.
"You hungry mate?" The Australian chuckled with the cigar in his mouth, winking at me. "OY! Boys! Listen up you epic, degenerate prick bastards! Let's get these two pieces of bush-meat in tip-top shape for the main barbie, shall we?!"
Cheers and "ayes" went up in agreement. As he was finishing his sentence, one of the players took two of the empty champagne bottles and shouted, "Right ho, mate!"
The smaller Irishman who had arrived with the gold chalice trophy suddenly became like a chef, ordering up ingredients.
"Let's see 'ere..." he said quizzically.
Taking the gold chalice filled with the saliva and Kelly's hot pissy squirt, The Irishman, humming, proceeded to pour it down Kelly and Cara's ass cracks, and onto their upturned, grey-brown assholes.
"Gonna' need that!" said the other player holding the bottles, before swirling and working the tops of the champagne bottles past each of their softening sphincters.
Slightly afraid, Kelly and Cara's whimpers began their muffled struggle against the rubber dog balls that had earlier been placed in their mouths. Writhing their tight-skinned bubble asses against the bottle heads, their anusses tightened and fought instinctively to reject the increasing sized glass object. As they quickly tired themselves out and began to give in, their eye lids fluttered as they started to pass out. The stout dark Samoan player reached into his shorts and wiped his hand from his taint upwards and deep under his ballsack. He pushed his sweaty and machismo scented fingers in the girl's noses to perk them back to life. Kelly bucked slightly as she came-to.
"Bet you thought it was coke you dumb cunts?" The Samoan said, "Maybe next time you can lick it."
The bottles were now up the girl's asses to the fatter, curved crest of the dark green bottlenecks. They both let out multiple low groans intersperced with whimpers, lost in a mixture of pleasure and confusion while the bottles bobbed up and down from their butt holes. All told, their anusses were now stretched by about 3 or more inches. The crowd of men looked güvenilir bahis on like rabid animals, some of the players stepping in to stand behind the girls like the bottles were their dicks, and fuck the long curved necks slowly in and out of their memory-foam rear ends.
"We need to prep these two game hens for their stuffing," The Irishman checked off his mental list. "You Americans like Thanksgiving don't you? Are you thankful?" he asked them, crouching lower to the barrel and speaking closer to Cara's ear.
Kelly and Cara just moved their heads moaning and lost. The big juggernaut player flick-whipped their ass again with his shirt.
"Are you THANKFUL my little fucking turkeys???!!" The Irishman repeated more bluntly.
"Mmmhmm, mmmhmm, mmmhmm!" Kelly and Cara moaned and nodded in unison, drooling over the rubber dog balls, gaped assholes wagging the air.
"Right-o!" said The Irishman. "Now spit me out your feckin' balls!" He commanded.
Kelly and Cara dropped the saliva and sweat covered rubber dog balls into his hand and began gasping for lost air. Kelly's straight blonde bangs were matted to her forehead, eye makeup running down her face. Standing, The Irishman began bouncing one of the balls against the ground and catching it in his palm.
"Hmmmmm...." he questioned, muttering to himself. "Marinate...breasts, beer... champagne...thigh, rump, cum... Oh yes-that's it!" he suddenly remembered. "Let's 'av a gander, shall we?!"
The Irishman took the upsidedown swaying bottles from Kelly and Cara's upturned PAWG canyons, and the entire group of men suddenly found themselves staring in wide wonder directly into their fully gaping, cylindrical rectums. By now, all of the men's uniform shorts were sporting various sized erections, to which they could no longer hide.
"I think it's time we beat the meat for the spitroast!" The Captain chimed in.
Shorts started falling down and cocks protruding over lowered waistbands as the Irishman inserted the rubber dog balls into each of Kelly and Cara's rapidly closing butt holes.
"Hold onto these will ya?" he said to them, the balls disappearing inside of Kelly and Cara. "Ok boys- let's get them on the feasting table!
Cocks hard and bouncing like a diving board, The Samoan and another of the juggernauts picked up each of the women over their shoulder like King Kong, and set them face down on the center picnic table. Like so many times before, the experienced sluts auto-instinctively went into Doggy position, wet holes guiding their brains, asses wagging hungrily for penetrative attention. Their raised exit orifices began slowly pushing out the rubber dog balls.
"Ok boys, enjoy your appetizer!" The Irishman said.
Dicks in hand and jacking themselves harder, each of the men crouched next to the table and started licking Kelly and Cara's rims, with the girls "ohh uhh oohhh" fainting looks of expression returning to their faces. As the rubber dog ball gradually continued increasing the circumference of their anus, so too would the team members adjust to trace their primal tongues on a planet-long orbit around the crowning ball and super-wide O-rings.
"Now that's a real bloomin' onion mates!" The Australian chimed from the side table. Laughs went around but most of them were too horny now and jacking off to care. He was right- these guys were animals.
As they clenched their PAWG cheeks between turns, the ball would disappear back inside their anal chute. The girls were flexing their own asses this way to continually increase and decrease their pleasure, like riding the long wave of taking an infinitely satisfying No.2.
Some of the players would also jiggle or play with the ball, yasal bahis siteleri eventually pushing the ball back in with his finger. After a full round of sniffing, licking, and prodding, Kelly and Cara's slut boxes were sufficiently covered in saliva and running streams of secretions. Cara was the first to eject the ball from her exhausted sphincter with a tired groan.
"I need more cokeee," Cara whimpered, as Kelly's anal ball also popped out and bounced away on the ground. Both assholes looked tired and mouthing at the air like a fish out of water.
"You mean you need more COCK?!" replied The Captain.
"NO you sick fuck, I need more CO- "
SLURMPTH. One of the players stuck his whole cock in Cara's face hole, cheeks puffing out as she coughed. Seeing the dick going in and out of her mouth, Kelly attempted to get in on the action by getting up under and licking his long balls, only to have her blonde head pulled away and another cock being pushed into her country girl face.
"Glurp glurp glurp gl gl gl gl gl gl glurp, glup glup, glurp," were now the only sounds coming from Kelly and Cara, as they were so tired now that all they could do was hold their mouth open to get openly face-fucked, exhaling strings of spit when they could catch a quick breath. Cocks tapped and slapped their faces as random hands reached under and groped the 4 hanging DD's.
"Fuck me!" Kelly was the first to blurt out between dicks.
Just as the words were leaving her mouth, one of the players stood up on the bench seat behind her and effortlessly stuck his cock into Kelly's soaking wet twat box.
"Oh my God- YES! That's it! Ram me hard!" she squealed before another dick slid back into her mouth with an affirmative "Mmmm."
By now, two guys had their dicks stuffed inside Cara's face, her mouth stretched out into a huge, choking oval as she looked up into their eyes with a nodding "Uh huh, uh huh."
A third dick entered Cara from behind- it was The Irishman. As he pounded her loose slot to the hilt, his abdomen slammed up against Cara's jiggling ass. His right hand lifted the chalice in the air as more cheers and whistles returned among the group.
I understood now why it was called a "spitroast"- with both women receiving cocks from both ends as they were reduced to nothing but meat holes. The more they pounded, the softer and more tender the holes became. Kelly and Cara were cock conduits: their years of sucking and fucking men had reached it's foreseeable climax. It seemed like destiny, I thought, as I took another puff of the pussy cigar.
I could tell at this point that Kelly wanted to wrap her face around The Samoan's bigger, blacker cock. After finding a big brown 10 inch dildo in her underwear drawer, she was initially embarrassed before I coaxed her into "letting loose" while she sucked off the dildo as I fucked her in multiple positions and she orgasmed harder than she ever had. We talked about whether she had ever fucked a black guy before, and she said "no," but used to work in a shop with a black guy when she was 19. She told me though that he had accidentally walked in on her in the unisex toilet in the back, where she shyly asked to look at his cock before letting him rub it on her face while she peed and fingered herself as he jacked off.
After glancing at me for a quick approval, Kelly turned to look up-the-balls at The Samoan's BBC while licking her lips, drooling. He stood slightly above her and stroked his dark cockhead while she started tongueing his trimmed brown ballsack.
"Oh, uhhh, oh myyyyy, that's it..." The Samoan sighed out.
Kelly took one of his big, egg sized balls and filled her mouth with it. As Cara became kaçak bahis siteleri jealous and suddenly went for The Samoan's other testicle, Kelly gave her a little head butt to back off- she was like a dog with her favorite toy. Both black balls slipped inside of her face as another one of the players blew his load into Cara's.
Cara was now flipped onto her back and fucked with legs up and spread, with her head hanging upsidedown over the other edge of the table, cum dripping downwards into her nose and eyes as another player stepped in continued to use her mouth as a cock receptacle.
In her greatest moment, Kelly began slowly swallowing The Samoan's BBC inch by inch like a throat caterpillar, until she found herself staring into his pubic mound, saliva dripping down his satchel. She relaxed herself and coughed once onto his cock while adjusting her pace and breathing now through her nose, as her throat squeeze-fucked him while not letting go.
"Holy shit," somebody called out.
Even Cara, getting face fucked, looked from the upsidedown view with wide-eyed awe.
Someone tried to enter Kelly's pussy but she reached back and swatted him away. Returning to her elbows, she grabbed the Samoan's ass and pushed his cock even further into her esophagus. With what looked like a pole now lodged halfway through her body, she sufficiently deep-throated The Samoan with asshole-like suction grip. As The Samoan gave a slight push, a stream of squirt shot out of Kelly's backside and onto The Irishman, who began catching more pisscum into the trophy.
"I-I-I-I-can'tttttttttt.... uhhhh uhhhhhhhh...." let out The Samoan who could no longer stand the visual of what was happening with this blonde head stuck on his big dick.
The whole group could see the shockwave into Kelly's face and neck, as she continued squirting while The Samoan pumped loads of cum directly into Kelly's stomach. After filling her, The Samoan slowly retreated his softening BBC out of her mouth, as Kelly was reluctant to let it go.
"I'm good now," Kelly said. "Now do whatever the fuck you want to me and get it over with."
She rolled over, both her and Cara now on their backs. For the next 20 minutes or so, the rugby team continued to take turns fucking and slamming their cocks into Kelly and Cara's pussies and assholes. All the while, the girls were sucking on dangling sets of sweaty balls and licking choads and "slipping" their tongues up towards the player's stinking rims. Some jacked off onto their tits (Kelly was pushing hers together) and others shot cum into the gold chalice. At one point, the two juggernaut players picked up Cara from the table and sandwiched her between them, with the triangle of their cocks up her ass and pussy, letting the gravity of the position make her cum with pleasure. The juggernaut came up her loosened asshole, and the analpie of jizz leaked out when his dick slid out and Cara was returned to standing position.
Pushed onto their knees and tongues outstretched, the rest of the team jacked off onto Kelly and Cara, while The Irishman poured the chalice of semen and Kelly's squirt juice onto their mouths and down their necks and chests. Kelly and Cara flapped and rubbed their cum-covered DD's together as they started making out, while the team began cheering and singing their team anthem.
Things began returning to normal as beers and cigars were finished, clothes being put on, and the weary players leaning on each other and stumbling out of the patio.
"You enjoy yourself? The Captain said as he peeled about $1,000 from the prize purse and grip-high-fived the damp bills into my hand along with a couple grams of coke.
"Congrats on the big win," I replied, pocketing everything. "Ok girls- it's time to hit the showers."
I paid our tab and drove the girls half-clothed and passed out back to Cara's loft, with Kelly slouched onto her shoulder in the back seat.
I could see in the rearview that they were finally getting along...
(To be continued...)