Sunday morning, my roommates and I ate breakfast, and I listened to their stories from the party the night before. The major topic was our goalie, Crystal, and the number of boys she pulled a train for. I knew Jess got lucky with at least two boys, but she wasn't discussing it, and I wouldn't bring it up.

Pam received a text from our captain, Krista, that there would be a team meeting in her apartment after lunch. The team gathered, and Krista recapped the previous year and plans for this coming year. Our team went to nationals last year but lost in the first round, which was a major shock and disappointment for the team. Krista told us that our coach had brought in a lot of new talent, and nothing should stand in our way this year.

We new players had to introduce ourselves and describe our hockey experience. Krista told all the new girls what to expect from our coach. He was fair but challenging and hated girl drama and laziness. She told us he'd be like no other coach we'd ever had, which scared me a bit. I left the meeting feeling good about my choice of school to attend. I hung out with my teammates the rest of the day. I got a text from Arron, wanting me to come to his apartment, but I declined his offer.

Monday morning was the start of the school year. I had three classes on Monday, but an hour gap between my second and third classes, which I spent in the school cafeteria. Arron and all of the boys I gave blowjobs to on Saturday night came over and said hello, as well as a bunch of guys I hadn't met yet. After my last class, I went home to prepare for my first day of hockey practice.

The locker room was loud, and the excitement of a new season filled the air. We hit the ice and warmed up before a team stretching session. The coach gathered us in and gave a talk, and then our assistant coach took over and bag-skated us for an hour and fifteen minutes. A bag skate is a term from men's hockey where your coach skates your balls off. I assume an appropriate term for the women's game hasn't been coined yet. We crawled back to the locker room after practice; every part of my body hurt.

Back at our apartment, my roommates and I ate dinner, complained about how hard practice was, and wondered how we'd survive another four days. I was lying on the couch when my phone pinged; it was Arron. He asked how practice was, and I replied that I was dying. He invited me to the whirlpool with him and his roommates. I immediately accepted, and Arron said he'd pick me up.

My roommates were pissed I didn't try to include them in my plans, but I felt it best to keep them away from Arron and his friends. I put on my bikini and a beach cover and waited downstairs for Arron. I explained how hard practice was to Arron as we returned to his apartment. He told me the men's team had started a week earlier, so their conditioning skate was finished. Arron said he had heard how tough my coach's practices were.

We walked into the clubhouse at Arron's apartment complex, and I saw five boys sitting in the spa. Seeing the others there made me feel a bit nervous.

"Ashley, you know everybody but Jeremy and Brian from Saturday night," Arron stated.

"Oh," I said, surprised.

"I waved at the boys and offered a weak smile as I removed my beach cover and revealed my curves to them. Arron handed me a glass of Lambrusco wine, my favorite.

"You didn't say anyone else would be here," I whispered to Arron.

"It's just guys from the gold team that wanted to meet you," Arron said.

I sipped my wine and sat in the bubbling warm water as the boys continued to look me over.

"Here, sit between my legs, and I'll rub your back," Arron told me.

I looked around at the boys and then moved between Arron's legs. I felt uneasy doing it, but I was in pain, so I took a chance. Arron began rubbing my lower back, my eyes closing and my head dropping forward. After a minute, he said.

"Stand up and let me work your back for you,"

I stood up as the boys stared at my body again, and a few smiled and chuckled.

"OK, Asley, sit back down," Arron said softly.

I sat down, and he massaged my shoulders and upper back, which felt great.

"Put your hands on your head," Arron ordered, confusing me.

One of Arron's hands left my back for a minute, and then it returned.

"OK, lean back and relax," Arron whispered.

I leaned against his chest, opened my eyes, and sipped wine. I noticed the boys laughing, and then I saw what looked like a bathing suit next to each of their heads on the spa deck, which hadn't been there before. I turned to my left and saw a bathing suit next to Arron, and when I turned to the right, my eyes popped open when I saw my bikini on the deck by me.

"What the fuck, Arron, you took my clothes off," I yelled.

"Whoa, whoa, easy, Ashley, it made it easier for me to massage you," Arron said, smiling.

With the bubbling water swirling around me, I wasn't even aware of Arron pulling the strings of my bikini and removing them from me. Arron. The boy beside me grabbed my swimsuit and tossed it across the spa to Brian, who held it up and modeled it for the boys.

"It looks better over here without you in it," Brian stated.

"Give it back, you fucker," I screamed as I slid off Arron's lap and back onto my seat.

"Ashley, it's OK; I won't let anyone hurt you," Arron said, putting his arm around you.

"I don't want to be naked with you guys in here; something could happen," I cried.

"Nothing will ever happen unless you want it to," Arron said.

I looked at Arron, figuring I could trust him, so I just sat there naked in the spa with six men; they all looked older than college-aged guys. They sat there talking, and Arron poured me another glass of wine. He had his arm around me as I sipped my wine, forgetting about my sore muscles for a while. The guys started to ask me questions about my life in North Dakota. We talked for a while, and they started asking me about my sexual experiences and when I thought I'd be ready to start fucking.

It was uncomfortable for me to answer them, but I did, and then Arron spoke up.

"Don't pressure her, guys; she'll fuck all of us when she's ready, won't you Ashley?" he announced

Everyone was staring at me, and I turned beat red. My head was spinning, and I was getting worked up with all the questions about sex. Arron squeezed my shoulder, motioning me to answer.

"Umm, yeah, but what if I have a boyfriend?" I stumbled to answer.

"Well, we'll be your boyfriends too, so he'll be one of many. And we won't tell him how many guys your fucking," Arron replied.

"Oh, how many boyfriends?" I wondered out loud.

"Well, there are twenty-six members of the gold team," Arron told me.

"That's a lot," I cried out.

"See, I told you she was a keeper; she'll suck us off until she's ready to fuck us all, right baby?" Arron told the boys, to my shock.

"Umm, yeah, I guess," I answered without thinking.

"OK, Ashley, climb out of the spa and show us that beautiful, tall, thin body you have," Arron whispered.

"What?" I answered, alarmed at what I heard.

"Climb out and model for the guys," Arron repeated.

"Arron, no," I cried as I looked into the men's lust-filled faces.

"Come on, you need to get comfortable being naked around the team," Arron explained.

"Why can't I keep my clothes on when I do stuff for you guys?" I cried.

"It's a lot sexier if a girl is naked when she does stuff," Arron explained.

"Oh, I see, I guess." I surrendered.

I finished my glass of wine and looked over the sea of faces, watching my every move. I handed my cup to Arron and closed my eyes. I stood up in the spa, the men seeing my tits, as my face reddened in embarrassment. Arron stood beside me and climbed out of the spa, extending his hand to me. My head was spinning, and I felt my pussy begin to stir as I reached up and grabbed his hand. I stepped on the spa seat and then out of the spa.

"Holy fuck, there's not a hair on it, and it's so small," Arron exclaimed as he turned me around to face the men. I stood naked before them, the first time any man had seen me naked,

"Holy fuck is she hot," Brian offered.

"I can't wait to start hitting that shit," another offered.

"Give us a better look at her, Arron," another chimed.

"OK, baby, turn around and spread your legs for the guys," Arron ordered.

I turned my back to the men and spread my legs wide, looking at the ceiling.

"Alright, now touch your hands to the deck," he instructed.

"What, no," I replied.

"Come on, Ashley, they've seen this much already; let them see it," Arron whispered.

"Fine," I growled.

I felt my face grow flush as I bent over, and the men howled with delight as my pussy and asshole came into plain view for them. I heard the murmurs of the men as they commented on my charms. I was so humiliated.

"Come on, Arron. Let's get her upstairs and get this party going," Brian called out.

"No, no, no, today is looking only, then blowjobs for everyone," Arron announced.

"Wait, what?" I said, startled. I had never agreed to give them all blowjobs; I thought, pissed; Arron would say that.

"OK, Ashley, step in the spa on the seat and bend over, resting on your forearms," Arron ordered.

"What?" I answered, bewildered.

"Time to give the guys a birdseye view of your virgin party zone," Arron continued.

Arron took my arm, helped me down on the spa seat, and bent me over; I lay out on my forearms. My ass was hanging in the air at eye level for the men.

"OK, baby, spread your legs wide apart," Arron instructed.

My head was spinning, and I was so sexed up I couldn't stand myself. I knew my pussy was dripping my juice into the spa. I spread my legs, and there was a silence in the room for a minute.

"Holy fuck, look at that party zone," Brian exclaimed.

I felt hands spread my butt cheeks apart further; my rosebud flared out in protest.

"Holy shit, her pussy is dripping. She so ready," someone stated.

"Let's fuck her in the ass, she'll still be a virgin," Brian asserted.

"Ashley, would you like us to fuck you in the ass?" Arron asked softly.

I couldn't think straight; I was so worked up that I wasn't even sure what they wanted.

"Oh, fuck, I don't know, maybe yeah, I don't know, there's so many of you," I cried out.

"Well, let's start, and you can stop anytime you feel you need to," Arron said, gently rubbing my bunghole with juice from my pussy.

My bunghole flared, awaiting something to happen. My mind wanted him to shove his finger in me and finger fuck my butthole.

"You'll stop when I say enough?" I blurted out, preparing to let them do it.

I looked back and saw the men closing in on me, stroking their stiff cocks.

"Yes, we'll stop anytime you say," Arron whispered in my ear, lining up to be the first to fuck me.

I had a flashback of a week ago at a time I hadn't had sex yet. And I was about to pull a train in my ass the first time I had actual sex. And I snapped out of my stupor.

"No, no, I don't want my ass fucked, stop it," I began to cry.

"Whoa, whoa, Ashley, that's all you have to say, baby," Arron said as the boys backed off.

I sat back in the spa, crying, as the men returned to their places. They sat on the spa deck, dangling their feet in the water. Arron sat beside me and wrapped his arm around me.

"It's OK, baby, just blowjobs tonight," Arron said, kissing me and then sitting on the spa deck like the other men.

As I cried, I looked around; all of the men were hard and waiting for me to suck their cocks. As my whimpering slowed, I crawled between Arron's legs, and a moment later, my head bobbed on his cock while the other men looked on. I was in a daze as I sucked the men off, relishing each cock as they filled my mouth with thick sperm, but anxious about almost being fucked. When I finished, I told Arron I needed to go home. It was a quiet ride home until we pulled up to my apartment. I had put on my beach cover and stuffed my bikini in my backpack when I left Arron's place. I was naked underneath it.

"Tomorrow night, just wear your beach cover, no swimsuit," Arron ordered.

"Why, what's tomorrow night?" I asked.

"I'm going to introduce you to some more gold team members at the spa," Arron said.

"I might have homework to do," I replied, trying to get out of it.

"Do it when you get home from practice; I'll pick you up at seven-thirty," Arron said.

"And how many men will I meet tomorrow?" I asked, annoyed.

"Oh, eight or ten, I guess," Arron answered.

"And I assume I'll be sucking their cocks?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Yeah, unless you'd rather fuck them," Arron replied.

I jumped out of the door and slammed the car door. I walked to my apartment.

I didn't talk to my roommates and went straight to bed. I was still pissed as I sat in the commons area at school, waiting for my first class. A steady group of guys approached me and introduced themselves to us. They told me they couldn't wait to party with me that evening. I regretted ever sucking Arron's cock, it was like he owned me or something, always telling me what to do.

My classes were boring, and I didn't have any homework, but I would tell Arron that I did and wouldn't be able to meet his teammates. As I was leaving to walk to practice, one of my teammates, another Ashley, asked if I wanted a ride. We walked into practice in gym shorts and tee shirts. We were having office practice before hitting the ice. Ashley was a junior and knew the coach well. She stopped at the coach's office and stood in the doorway. The coach sat in an easy chair, and our assistant coach was behind a desk.

"Hey, coach," Ashley said, smiling.

"Well, well, look who it is," our coach said, perking up.

"Yep, your favorite player," Ashley said, stepping into the room.

"No, Ashley, if you were my favorite, you'd be sitting in my lap already," he told her.

Ashley walked up to our coach and sat across his lap. He grabbed her by the back of her legs and flipped them in the air as Ashley squealed with delight.

"OK, Mikos, what color," he asked our assistant coach.

"Pink, pink today," Mikos said excitedly.

"You'd better not coach; I'm not wearing any," Ashley said, giggling loudly.

"Well then, we'll play stubble or no stubble," Coach said, spreading her legs apart.

My jaw hit the ground as coach grabbed the inside of her shorts, pulled the opening away from her leg, and looked down at her shorts. Ashley was loving the attention she was getting.

"Nope, Mikos, purple thong today, not covering much.

"I'm not wearing panties tomorrow, coach," Ashley said, wide-eyed.

My eyes widened as the coach put his hand down her shorts; Ashley jumped and squealed with delight.

"There, sweetie, I fixed your panties so they cover your coochie," Coach said, laughing.

"Oh, you're going to get it, coach," Ashely said, jumping off his lap and adjusting her shorts.

"Promises, promises," Coach replied.

"You wouldn't do that to a freshman," Ashley snotted.

"Oh? Get in here, freshman," Coach barked at me.

I froze until Ashley pushed me back, nudging me toward my coach.

"OK, sit in my lap, sweetie, and let's guess the color of your panties if you have any on," Coach said, smiling warmly at me.

I was so nervous, and I could tell I was getting wet already. I gingerly sat on his lap, my body as stiff as a board. Coach laid me back on the arm of the chair.

"What color, Mikos," Coach asked.

"Let's see, she's a freshman, I say white," Mikos answered.

"I say she's not wearing panties," Coach replied.

I swallowed hard as the coach pulled the leg of my shorts away from my leg.

"Spread your legs for me," he ordered.

Again, I was in a sexual situation I didn't know how to control. I could tell my pussy was wet, and my panties were probably soaked. My face grew beat red as I slightly spread my legs a little. Coach peered between my legs.

"Yep, they're white, and grandma undies too," he told the others.

I was ready to die of embarrassment, but it got worse.

"Oh, your panties are stuck in your crack; let me fix that for you," Coach announced.

He slid his hand down the inside of my leg, and when his hand hit my inner thigh, my legs spread wide apart, allowing his hand-free access to my boiling pussy. I was breathing heavily as his fingers pinched my pussy lips, I jumped.

"Oh, oh," I cried out.

He removed my wet undies from my slippery crack. I was ready to end my young life when he pulled out his hands and rubbed his fingers together, both of them moist from my panties.

"Oh, you're wet. Did that get you aroused?" Coach asked me.

"Umm, yeah, I'm sorry," I began to cry; I was so nervous.

Coach hugged me as I cried a little in his arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get wet," I sobbed in his ear.

"Shhh, shhh, shhh, it's alright; I was playing with your pussy; it's natural to get wet," Coach reassured me as my crying slowed to sniffles.

"I'm still sorry," I sniveled.

"Well, I will give you a color check daily with Ashley. You'll get used to the old coach lurking by your snatch," the coach responded.

"OK," I said, wiping my eyes and smiling weakly.

I walked out of the coach's office, having found the man to take my virginity. I would start to devise a plan after practice. As practice started, I calmed down. The coach checked on me several times to ensure I was alright. He told me I didn't have to do the panty game with Ashley if it made me upset. I said it was OK; I wanted to do it; I was just embarrassed with him feeling my wet panties. He told the other Ashley also got soaked when he played in her shorts. I got through practice, and the coach took me aside and showed me some adjustments to my shot, which helped me.

I got teased after practice by the Capitans for being the coach's pet, but I didn't care; when we started fucking, I'd be his pet, I thought. After practice, I got back to my apartment and texted Arron that I couldn't go to the spa with him tonight. An hour later, I received a text from him in reply.

"Hey Ashley, I'll pick you up at seven-thirty, remember naked under the beach cover,"

I couldn't believe my reading; he discounted my text. I decided I wouldn't meet Arron downstairs; my focus now was on the coach. I ate and sat down to read but kept an eye on the clock. It was seven o'clock, and I hadn't heard from Arron since his earlier text. I was nervous as the minutes ticked away. At seven-fifteen, I received another text from Arron.

"Hey babe, I'm leaving now; the guys are excited to see you tonight.

I picked up my phone to respond but put it down, saying nothing. I tried to concentrate on my book but was upset about going to the spa with the men. I knew I'd be humiliated by the men and possibly fucked. I tapped my fingers on my desk, and my phone lit up.

I received the text, "I'm here, babe. Come on down; the guys are waiting for you."

I started to cry, slammed my book down, and went to my bedroom. I walked into the bathroom, stripped off my clothes, put on my beach cover, and ran out of the apartment. I cried when I got into Arron's car, and we returned to his place.

"What's wrong, baby?" Arron asked.

"I don't want to be fucked by those guys," I wailed.

"Nobody's going to fuck your pussy baby," Arron answered.

"No, but you'll all try to fuck me in the butt," I squealed.

"Only as many as you can handle, baby; we don't want to hurt you; how many guys do you think you can handle?" he replied.

"I don't know, I've never done it before," I blubbered.

"Well, we'd all do it for a couple of minutes so everyone gets a chance," Arron said.

I didn't say anything, but I never told Arron he could let the men fuck me in the butt; he decided that for me. We walked into the spa, and ten men sat in it. There were only two spots left for Arron and me. On the deck nearby was a padded mat, and between where Arron and I would sit was a pile of towels and a tube of something called Astroglide.

"What in the tube?" I asked.

"It's anal lube, so our cocks will slide into your butt easier," Arron told me.

"Oh," I replied, beginning to cry again.

Arron walked behind me and led me to the edge of the spa. He untied the string holding my cover closed and opened it, revealing me to the ten men. He slid it off my shoulders and took it off; I immediately covered my breast and pussy with my arms and hands. He turned me around and bent me over at the waist.

"Bend over and spread your legs for the guys, baby; show them what they get to fuck tonight," Arron whispered.

I was balling as I bent over and spread my legs for the men, Arron spreading my butt cheeks.

"It's a virgin butt boys, get ready," Arron announced.

I heard splashing in the pool as Arron stood and led me to the padded mat. Tears streamed down my cheeks as Arron lowered me to my knees on the mat.

"Stretch out on your forearms and rest your face on the mat," Arron instructed.

I was openly sobbing as I got into position for them. The men gathered in front of me; I looked up to a sea of stiff cocks staring me down. It was going to happen; I was about to pull a train for the men in my ass. Arron knelt behind me with another man who spread my butt cheeks. Arron got a big finger full of lude and shoved it into my asshole finger fucking me for a while.

"Does that feel good, Ashley?" he asked.

"I don't know, I guess," I said, my crying stopping.

"OK, then pick your fist cock to have fuck you," Arron said.

I looked around at the men; most of their cocks were fat, if not long. I remember girls in high school saying how much anal sex hurt, and I was afraid of picking a fat one for my first cock. I found a thin cock in the group, but it was very long, almost twelve inches. I was struggling, and I pointed to the man.

"Holy fuck, Ashley, Jeremy's cock is a foot long; you do want that ass fucked good, don't you?" Arron said.

Jeremy walked behind me and lubed his cock well with Astroglide, and dropped to his knees behind me. Arron spread my butt cheeks, and I felt Jeremy's cock press against my rosebud. I felt dizzy, and my head was spinning as the pressure on my rosebud increased, and I felt it begin to give way to the invader.

"Owe, owe, owe," I cried out, my pussy so hot it had bubbles coming out of it.

And then, suddenly, my bunghole gave way, and I had a cock in my ass for the first time. Jeremy stopped once the head of his cock was inside me.

"Holy fuck, is she tight," Jeremy moaned as he pressed forward.

"Owe, owe, owe, easy," I begged as an inch or two of his cock worked inside me.

Slowly, Jeremy pulled back and pushed forward, gaining a half inch with each thrust. The room was silent as I looked up at the men who watched me being fucked, my pussy boiling, wanting pleasure. Brian sat down in front of me, spreading his legs.

"Here, suck on this," He ordered me.

I wrapped my lips around his cock and began to bob my head, experiencing my first double penetration.

"Oh yeah, we're fucking rolling now," someone offered.

My body began to sway back and forth as Jeremy's cock sank deeper and deeper into my bowels, and when his belly hit my butt, I knew his twelve-inch cock was buried. Jeremy picked up the pace, and I was being fucked for the first time.

"Umm, umm, umm," I moaned in pleasure as his long cock made its journey in and out of my ass, my bunghole clinging onto his cock for dear life.

I felt the head of his cock bumping into something inside me before it gave way and allowed his cock entry to my deepest regions. Brian was leaking in my mouth, and I quickened the pace and applied more pressure to his cock to make him cum quicker.

"Pop, pop, pop, pop," Jeremy's belly slapping my butt, the only sound in the spa.

My body lunged forward as Jeremy pounded my hapless asshole, and then I felt it jerk inside me.

"Oh, oh, oh, fuck, yeah," Jeremy squealed as his balls pumped his seed into my bowels.

"How does it feel getting your first load in your ass? Good, eh," Arron asked.

"Um, yeah," I sighed.

I reached back and slid my hand between my legs and found my swollen throbbing clit, and squeezed it between my thumb and forefinger. The results were immediate.

"Ummm, um, um, um, oh fuck," I moaned as my body shook and pleasure ripped through my midsection. My anus tingled as Jeremy fucked me and emptied into me.

"Fuck did they get off? Oh, fuck," Brian exclaimed right before he unloaded his thick sperm into my mouth.

Jeremy collapsed on my back as I finished Brian off, and then both men pulled out of me. Another man sat in front of me, and I started to suck his cock as another man lubed his cock and took up position behind me.

"Umm, umm," I moaned as a shorter but fatter cock entered my ass, stretching me out. "Umm, umm, umm," I moaned as my bunghole was stretched out, and pain returned.

The second wasn't gentle and rode my ass hard, jamming his cock inside my struggling asshole. My body lunged violently forward as he pounded my poor butt. I sucked a cock while being fucked hard in the back end; the room was quiet except for the grunts of the guy fucking me. At this point, I wasn't sure how many more men I could take in my ass, as it began to hurt. I could taste the man I was sucking off and knew he'd cum soon. Another minute was all it took.

"Oh, fuck yeah," he screamed, grabbing the back of my head.

Thick, creamy sperm shot into the back of my throat as I milked his balls dry. Oh, how I loved sucking men off and eating their cum, my pussy dripped on the mat, my body responding to the men's actions.

"Oh, oh, yeah, fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ass good," I moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain. The guy fucking was grunting and pulling my hips back on his cock frantically.

"Fuck, yeah, yeah," he cried out as he unloaded in my ass.

"Yeah, yeah, give it to me," I wailed as his cock jerked and squirted inside my bowels.

Another guy sat down, and I began sucking his cock, as another man dropped to his knees behind me and lubed his cock up. He slid his cock in me and was off to the races. My body was lunging back and forth as the third man began fucking my ass. He was only at it for a minute when he screamed out.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum."

The men in the room laughed and ridiculed him for coming so quickly, but I was glad, as my ass was getting sore now. I pulled off the cock I was sucking and turned to Arron.

"You'd better go next, Arron. I'm getting sore, and the next will be my last tonight," I alerted him.

"What? Seriously, fuck, there are six guys left," Arron said, upset.

I didn't answer him; I went back to sucking a cock.

"Fine," Arron replied, dropping behind me.

I felt his cock slide into me, and when my body started rocking back and forth, I knew he was on his way. My bunghole was on fire, and tears formed in my eyes as the thought of enjoying anal sex quickly diminished.

"Oh, oh, fuck Arron, cum already, my asshole is on fire," I begged him.

Arron quickened his pace as I set out, sucking the cock in front of me. I would have done anything to get out of there at this point.

"Do you want me to finish in your pussy Ashley?" Arron asked, huffing and puffing.

"No, just finish in my ass, but hurry," I cried.

The guy I was sucking came, and I licked his cock and balls clean, waiting for Arron to end my torture finally.

"Oh, oh, fuck, Ashley," Arron yelled as he grabbed my hips and buried his cock in my bowels.

I could feel his cock jerk inside me as he came in me, slowly pumping his cock in and out of my painful asshole.

"Take me home," I told Arron as I stood up and rubbed my sore butthole.

"What about the guys you didn't fuck?" Arron asked, not at all concerned about my feelings.

"You can fuck them if you want; I'm going home," I said, putting on my cover.

"That's not fair, can't you at least suck their cocks?" Arron begged.

I stood there looking at him for a few seconds and looked around at the men.

"Fine, I'll suck their cocks, and that's all," I said, dropping to my knees again.

I reluctantly sucked off the guys that didn't get to fuck me. All the time, Arron told them not to worry; they'd be able to fuck me soon enough. Arron explained to the men that as soon as I could take more cocks in my ass, they would have a party for the gold team. Crystal and I would be side by side on our knees fucking all of them while they partied. He said my roommate Jess fucked six members of the gold team the previous night, and he might bring her in to fuck also.

It was a quiet drive home; I was still mad at Arron and unsure I wanted to hang out with him.

"Did you enjoy pulling your first anal train?" he asked softly.

"No fucker, my asshole is on fire," I retorted.

"Sorry, Ashley, you'll get used to having a lot of cocks in your ass, though; you'll enjoy it, trust me," Arron offered.

"And that's something I want?" I asked, looking at him.

"Well, you like the guys. You want to hang out with us, right?" he probed.

"Maybe, I don't know, I guess, yeah," I said, unsure of my answer.

"That's my girl; I'll pick you up at six-thirty tomorrow," Arron told me.

"Yeah, OK," I said, getting out of the car.

The next day at school, gold team members came by my table and asked me how my ass was doing. I couldn't believe that they were telling other team members I was fucking them. I confronted Arron about it, and he said he'd talk to the team about keeping their mouth shut. I was pissed off all morning, and after getting home after school, my thoughts turned to hockey practice.

I looked through my panty drawer for a sexy pair to wear to practice. I wanted the coach to get excited when he played his game with Ashley and me. Unfortunately, I only had boring white grandma panties to choose from. I sat on my bed, dropped my shorts, and took off the panties I had on. I was going to go ranger; I put my shorts back on.

I could feel my pusy was wet, and I was very nervous, thinking of the coach scoping out my bald pussy. I shaved earlier that morning and knew I was nice and smooth between my legs. I ate lunch and started my walk to the rink, my head spinning nervously. I walked into the rink and walked up to Coache's office. Ashley and our assistant coach Marco sat on the couch, with the coach sitting in his chair. I was so nervous I was shaking.

"Well, good afternoon Ashley, how are you today?" Coach asked cheerfully.

"Um, I'm OK, I guess," I said, offering a weak smile to everyone.

"Are you sure? You seem out of sorts today. You don't have to play our game if you are uncomfortable," Coach offered me a way out.

"Um, no, I'll play; it's cool," I answered.

Ashley jumped up and sat on the coach's lap. Coach leaned her back, and she spread her legs, covering her face with her arm as she giggled. Coach opened the leg of her shorts and reached down inside them, causing Ashley to squeal.

"OK, Marco, what color?" Coach asked, as his hand moved around in her shorts.

"Let's see, blue?" Marco guessed.

"I say black," Coach offered.

Coach pulled her shorts away from her body and peered inside the leg of her shorts. I saw the coach's hand moving inside her shorts, and Ashley sat on his lap. I imagined the coach was fingering her pussy, but I wasn't sure.

"Shit, they're green," Coach said, pulling his visibly wet finger out of Ashley's shorts.

"You could have finished me off," Ashley said, annoyed, as she jumped off his lap and adjusted her shorts.

"Later, babe, we don't want to give the freshman the wrong impression," Coash said, laughing.

OK, Rookie, you're up, babe," Coach said, smiling at me.

I was shaking as I stepped up to him; he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me toward his lap. My shorts slid down, as he pulled me onto his lap. My nare butt is now on his lap, and the front of my shorts is just above my thighs. Coach looked at the situation and Ashley.

"Ashley, close the door on your way out," he told her.

"Ugh-oh, Good luck, Rookie," she said as she closed the door.

I was trembling as the coach turned me sideways in his lap and lay me back, knowing he could see I didn't have panties under my shorts.

"Did you forget to do laundry this week?" He chuckled.

"No sir," I nervously answered.

"So, you want me to see you like this?"

"Um, uh, I don't know, I guess, sir," I said, tearing up.

"Well, you do, or you don't, Ashley, which is it?" he probed further.

"Yes, sir, I guess, maybe," I babbled.

"Yes sir, what?" he continued.

"Um, I, I, I guess; I want you to see it," I said, my head spinning and my body trembling.

"OK, young lady, let's have a look. Can Marco see too?" he asked.

"Um, maybe just you today," I said, crying.

Marco got up and left the office as the coach rubbed my thigh. I knew I was sopping wet between my legs.

"OK, do you want to take them off, or would you like me to?" Coach asked softly.

I couldn't speak; I just shook my head.

"OK, sweety, I'll take care of it," he continued.

I jumped when I felt his fingers inside my shorts. He pulled them down, and I lifted my butt, not thinking, aiding their removal. My arm covered my eyes as I sniffled and whimpered. He pulled them off my butt and then, to my shock, over my knee and off my feet. He had taken them off, not pulled them down. I was scared to death.

"Oh, wow, that's glorious. Are you still a virgin?" He asked softly, rubbing my head.

I shook my head yes as I felt my face flush with embarrassment.

"OK, let's get a look at that virgin pussy," he said as he spread my legs apart.

I was so wet between my legs that I wanted to die.

"Well, you're very aroused sexually; you may want to get fucked one day soon; I think you're about ready," he informed me.

"Yes, sir," I said, not knowing what to say.

He didn't know he would be the one to fuck me for the first time. He pulled out a napkin and wiped off my pussy; I was mortified.

He looked me over good and touched my pussy lips, making me jump.

"Roll over on your stomach for me," he ordered.

I rolled over, and my torso bent forward to the ground, my hands steadying me. My ass on the arm of the chair. He let my outside leg fall off the chair, spreading my legs. I felt his hands on my butt cheeks, spreading them. I jumped when I felt his finger at the opening of my fuck slot, his finger circling it.

"Umm, oh, oh," I moaned in pleasure as his finger teased its entry.

His finger was barely inside me; he continued to tease me, driving me wild.

"Um, um, yeah, yeah," I moaned, my head spinning.

"Does that feel good?" he asked softly.

"Oh, oh, yeah, yeah," I replied, moving my butt backward, hoping more of his fat finger would slip deeper inside my virgin pussy.

Coach pulled his finger away from my pussy, and it circled my rosebud.

"Oh, oh, um, um," I moaned, wanting it inside me.

His finger pressed on my rosebud, and it began to unfurl for him, the tip slipping inside.

"Oh, yeah," I moaned, wanting it badly.

"Do you like my finger in your butt Ashley?" he asked softly.

"Umm, umm, yeah, yeah, more, more," I moaned deliriously.

His finger pressed inside my butt; it was wet and sticky. He began to finger fuck my butt as my butt pushed back to meet it.

"Oh, oh God, yeah, faster," I begged.

His finger glided effortlessly in and out of my butt as he picked up speed as it made a slurping noise.

"Oh, oh, it feels so good," I squealed.

With his other hand, he reaches around me, and his hand found my pussy. His finger split my vulva and found my clit, and I almost jumped out of his lap.

"Oh, oh, oh, fuck," I was on fire.

He expertly manipulated my clit, and I knew I was going to explode.

"Yeah, yeah, make me cum, please make me cum," I wailed as he drove me over the cliff.

He rubbed and pinched my clit, as my body squirmed wildly on his lap. The pleasure in my ass and pussy was something I never felt before, and I loved it. And then I came.

"Oh, oh fuck, yeah, fuck me, fuck me," I squealed as pleasure ripped through my loins. My clit and asshole tingled, and I squirmed about. He stopped when I stopped coming, pulling his hands away from me.

"Holy fuck, coach, that was fucking amazing. I'm never wearing panties to practice again," I laughed.

Coach cleaned me up and then helped me off his lap, slapping my ass a few times, driving me wild again.

"OK, get ready for practice. We're going to Wisconsin this weekend for two big games; we need to open the season with a bang," Coach alerted me.

"You bet, coach," I thought; that wouldn't be the only thing getting banged this weekend. I was going to let him fuck me good. He would look at me all during practice, and all I could do was smile. The team picked up on it, and Ashley approached me before a drill.

"You, slut, did you fuck coach after I left?" Ashley asked with our captain Krista at her side.

"Fuck no, we didn't fuck," I said, mortified Krista was there.

After practice, everyone gave me shit about being a brown nose. I didn't tell them it was the coach's finger in my butt, not my nose in his.