The circumstances of this story I'm about to tell you happened the way it actually did. I know you'd probably find that hard to believe, and perhaps if I were the one in your shoes, I too would consider all of what I'm about to tell you a big, stupendous lie. Someone's concocted fantasy put down on paper for everyone to read. Too frivolous and utterly ridiculous to ever be taken seriously. But it happened and it's all through... because I saw it happen to my girlfriend, Sarah.
Sarah and I had known each other for a long time. An amazing woman, at twenty-one, she had the body of a silk-screen goddess: 5"8 tall, curvaceous frame, thick brunette hair a pair of DD type breasts, with a jutting peach of arse to go with. A beautiful creature she is, but also a naughty type of girl when in bed. She can be every bit adventurous and sometimes I had to be the one competing with her. She was always drawn towards exploring her fantasises, and one of such is the story I'm about to reveal to you.
We both worship our college rugby team. After seeing a match, which we often made sure we did, we usually went back home to my place and fucked the remainder of the night. It was on one of such nights after we'd calmed down from an evening bout of fucking that she revealed her wish of desiring to be taken apart by a rugby team. The thought fired up my imagination and that night while we slept, I dreamed of her getting all three holes of her filled by a pair of eleven muscle-bound hunks, all of them fucking her either one at a time or DP-ing her, shooting their cum inside her pussy or over her face and body. For weeks the dream haunted me in my sleep and I came to realise I would never have any peace until such a fantasy became a reality.
As it would happen, the reality came about on itself without my doing hardly anything about it. It was as if the gods read my mind and decided to make both our dreams come through this one unforgettable night.
Three weeks ago we were at the stadium watching a live game of our favourite college rugby team clashing with that of another college from out a state, a bitter rival of theirs. The game was touch and go at first, but in the end, our boys came out victorious. Sarah and I were awash with excitement and so was the crowd that was there to cheer the boys on as they did their victory dance out in the field before disappearing towards their underground locker room. Sarah and I were with the crowd leaving the stadium when she stopped me and said she'd like to go congratulate the boys in person. I opted to wait out for her, figuring it wouldn't take her long to get it done. How wrong could I have been.
She practically barged into their locker room, surprising everyone that was there. Most of the boys were half naked or about taking off their gear to go jump in the shower when she stood there at the doorway ogling them.
"Hi boys!" she audaciously walked into the room while the groups of eleven men surrounded her, all of them sweaty or dripping wet from the shower they'd just had. She probably looked like a lone cheerleader who'd just strolled into a den of hungry wolves. Still she kept her cool, smiling at them. "Sorry to walk into you all like this. You boys were all amazing out there tonight, and I was wondering if you all could like give me your autographs."
A few of them sniggered. One of them said: "How come you want an autograph, when you don't have a pen and paper with you?"
"Yeah," another affirmed. "And of course, if you really want our autographs, you're gonna have to strip and work out for it."
The others all groaned their replies and nodded their head to this. All pair of eyes sized my woman up from head to foot.
Sarah, unabashed by the virility of the men surrounding her, started taking off her clothes. Silence fell in the locker room as the men watched her become naked; several jaws dropped as they soaked their eyes upon her beautiful flesh. It was at that moment I stood at the doorway peeping into the activity happening inside the room through the glass window. I watched the men crowd before her and then they all turned a corner and disappeared from view. I tip-toed into the locker room, listening to the wild roar of their voice. I peeked through the corner and there was my Sarah getting wet under one of their shower. Hands began touching her: fondling her tits, caressing her thighs, rubbing her legs... I saw two of the boys' finger-fuck her cunt, and she helplessly writhed before them, giggling crazily from the attention being meted upon her.
They had her on her knees with both hands stroking cocks on either side while her mouth sucked on a pair, one after the other. They passed her head around, the boys did, all of them gangbanging her mouth almost at once. I could barely make her out from the throng of eleven Rugby players that surrounded her. Two of them sucked on her tits while others kissed her body all over, all of them jabbering at once.
"—yeah, take that dick, bitch!"
"—suck that cock! Suck it!"
"—want to get an autograph? Here's your chance, bitch!"
"—Damn! She sure's got a mouthful!"
