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  “Give me a damn good reason why these fuckers are in my room, Roger, or I'm going to go ape crazy on them in the next 10 seconds,” Andy groans from his position on his large bed.

  Roger smirks at him and flicks his sneaker toe off the small fan that is whirring away at top speed in an attempt to cool the room down a little. That one has a plan, Andy is sure of it, and whatever it is the young offensive captain is pretty sure that he's not going to like it.

  “Maybe he wants you guys to make up,” the woman blurts out before Roger can answer.

  “What would you know about that?” Andy growls. “Who here dared talk about our personal problems to this woman? I'm going to kick your ass right here and now.”

  Barry Leek, Joey Barbason and The Black Rock – three of his team mates on the offensive side – look in all directions. Clearly they are not stupid enough to mention that each and every one of these mother fuckers slammed Andy's wife on multiple occasions before he found out about it to the crazy blond Irish woman.

  Not a word is said. The woman slaps the sheets of the bedding and makes the mattress jiggle about under Andy's back. Her expression is amused and she appears totally oblivious to the near death tension that hangs in the small room.

  In the silence that follows the big man shivers as her finger runs up his calve with a little tickling left to right motion of the tip and a wide happy smile on her face.

  Andy's mouth dries a little as he stares at that finger as it reaches the bottom of his knee and works it's way down the lightly sweating expanse of his calf in the opposite direction.

  What does this woman intend to do?

  That question seems to be an important here.

  “Andy, you guys, I have a little conundrum in front of me here,” Roger Keens says finally, “You see, the team manager is considering chopping off one of you three and I've been asked to consider who might be best to go.”

  There's an instant angry response. The Black Rock slams his huge fist into the nearby table and growls out that he'd like to see the manager try. Barry and Joey take it a little less well and start throwing curse words left and right at each other – each swearing the other will be the one to go. Andy is the only one with a cool enough head to note the obvious.

  “We are under contract. You can't fire one of us.”

  Roger's expression changes a little. There's a very real sense that what he has to say next is going to be uncomfortable.

  The slim man runs a hand through his slick hair and looks Andy hard in the eye. “Yeah, but I'm cool with one of you going on holiday somewhere nice and cold. I believe a team transfer to Alaska would do the job.”

  “Fuck,” The Black Rock growls. “You have to be kidding.”

  Andy stares into Roger's brown eyes. He's not so casual now; not so relaxed. This time he means what he's saying. It's that serious.

  “Okay, I'm listening. What's your solution? You wouldn't have us all here if you didn't think you had one.”

  Roger kicks off the set of drawers he has been leaning on with a clonk of his sneaker's heel on the wood finish and turns the fan so that it is blowing cool air over him. He twists a foot into the light blue carpet and shrugs his shoulders.

  “This woman and I have made an agreement. She knows well enough that she'll be banned if this doesn't work out, so there's more than enough motivation on her side to get the job done.” Roger looks uncomfortably to the woman and shrugs his shoulders a few more times as if trying to get something heavy off them. His voice cracks when he delivers his next line of what might turn out as a game changer for the four men in the room by the seriousness of his tone. “Tonight, boys, you are going to have a little party.”

  “A party?”

  Andy tries to get up so he can speak a little more clearly, but the woman's red painted fingernails dig into the flesh of his thigh painfully enough to have him sit back down with an angry look her way.

  “What kind of party?” Barry asks. “You bought her here to finish Andy off or something?”

  The tall man growls at the big offensive player. That one has already done enough to well and truly finish him off. He doesn't need some crazy broad's help to achieve that.

  Roger laughs and relaxes a little. He glances to the blond, who is also smiling his way, and stops gritting his left sneaker heel into the carpet. Suddenly, he's back to casual again. The man leans back against the dresser and keeps on smiling.

  From the bed Andy watches him carefully. He's well aware that his quarterback is a wild one. What he's organized here is a meeting of men that isn't on the smart side of things. Someone could get killed if this goes on much longer. That's how hot the atmosphere is right now.

  “Andy,” Roger asks, “do you find this woman attractive?”

  The big man props one elbow up on the soft edge of the mattress and looks her over.

  It doesn't take long to decide. He shakes his head. “Not in a million years.”

  As the words leave his mouth Andy purposefully meets the woman's eyes. Clearly she's not perturbed by his comment. What exactly is going on here?

  “That's good, but I really need to confirm this, so you'll have to bear with me asking again: You would not date this woman?”

  “Hell no.” It's an immediate answer. “She's nuts for starters and she knocked me out.”

  Roger stands up. His expression brightens.

  “Great. That's absolutely wonderful.”

  The quarterback turns his eyes to the others. They are looking at him warily.

  “When I asked them while you were knocked out the others said they wouldn't either,” he explains before stalking forward to the side of the bed to put a hand on the big man's shoulder.

  “And, Andy, last question. Answer honestly, okay.” He pauses, takes a breath and says his piece. “Andy, would you fuck her? Be honest.”

  It's like being thrown in ice water. 'A party' Roger said before. He couldn't possibly mean...?

  There's nothing else that he can think to say. “Excuse me?”

  “I said would you stick your dick in her?” Roger makes the action with his eyebrows raising suggestively.

  Andy's blue eyes settle on her frame. There are those ridiculously huge tits to consider and the woman sure is trim. Normally, he'd go for it, but she's clearly completely insane. This one is the kind of woman that could no doubt take a man to places he has never gone before, but Andy has had that in his wife and he's not stupid enough to repeat the past here tonight.

  “No,” the man lies. “I would not.”

  Roger chuckles in a knowing way.

  “Bullshit, buddy.” He glances left to right at the other men. “I'll leave you four to work out your differences. I recommend that you do it with your dicks and not your fists.”

  The slim man strolls casually out the door of Andy's room like he hadn't just suggested group sex to them all. He leaves the four of them alone with the one tiny woman and closes the door with a loud thump.

  There's a short period of silence filled only by the whirring of the fan.

  “I'm going to kick your ass first, Barry,” Andy growls on deciding that this is all bullshit and fists are a way better answer than this preposterous solution that that fool of a quarterback has suggested.

  Before any violence can happen, out of nowhere, a hand slaps down HARD between his legs. It smashes his balls flat like two flies under a swatter.

  “No – you – aren't – big guy,” the woman whispers menacingly in his ear, suddenly right up beside him in the trance of pain that he is in. “Any fist fighting will result in further punishment and you don't want more of what I can dish out.”

  Andy holds his nuts between his legs in both hands, blinking back tears as he tries to not look like a total wimp in front of the other men.

  “Wow, that had to hurt,” Joey mutters from where he is standing at the side of the bed closest the door.

  The woman ignores him.

  “For the good of the team,” she announces,
“I'm going to let you have me any way you want, boys. You had better perform though or you'll be getting a slap in the balls like your offensive captain here.”

  One look at the big man holding his nuts as if they are going to split and roll off his body is enough to have them immediately stripped down to naked. Andy knows that these assholes aren't the kind of guys to hold back when a fresh and nice enough looking piece of ass is on the table. He learned that the hard way with my wife.

  That muscled freak Barry is the first to mount up on her. His arms are as large as her stomach and they are popping out with veins that crisscross the expanse of the flesh as he strips her down in the crudest manner possible.

  The woman's jeans are torn a little from where he yanks them down hard. Her ripped panties are thrown to the table against the far wall. From under her green and white Soft Studs t-shirt an ultra tight bra is revealed. It is popped open by Joey who gasps when her breasts nearly tear the fabric and bounce several time on achieving freedom.

  The Black Rock and Barry throw her down on her stomach on the bed and the latter lines up her pussy to jam his dick in hard enough that the friction must have nearly ripped off his foreskin.

  Andy's lies there as the bed rattles and shakes with the rabbit like thrusting of his team mate. His eyes are on hers as The Black Rock spanks her rear several times with hard slaps. This is what it must have been like with his wife. The fucker jamming his dick into her just like he did this foolish woman.

  His eyes travel a little lower to the wide gully that is her cleavage. That is a little different though. His wife wasn't particularly large – having more of an athletic body. The crazed woman's tits are absolutely massive for her waist size. It's to the point of being a good fit for The World's Most Extreme Bodies or some similar TV show. The bra that was discarded only moments ago is one of those new super restrictive types. It's crazy to think that she can walk around with breasts this big and not fall straight on her face due to the weight of either.

  “Get some, boys,” Barry growls as he thumps her ass. “This bitch is a hot one.”

  The woman reaches back without a word of warning and tears three long lines of red down his chest.

  “The name is Mary,” she corrects calmly. “Do I look like a female dog to you?”

  The way that she says it makes them all stand up a little straighter – even Andy himself, who is caught up in the messed up sweaty sheet that covered him earlier.

  Barry mutters “No, ma'am, you certainly don't” with his eyes on the bloody stripes on his chest as he continues to hammer away with his muscular hips.

  Obviously wanting their piece, Joey and The Black Rock line up on either side of the large bed and start jerking on their moderate sized dicks until they are hard enough to stand erect and solid at their waists.

  Andy can't believe his eyes. The whole situation is insane to him. He is certain that if he was able to move, having not yet recovered from having his nuts squashed earlier, that he would fall out of bed and crawl to the door to find a fire hose to cool these idiots down. This is out of this world.

  Mary grabs a cock in either hand. “Big, big, boys. I knew you'd be hung, but this is something else,” she says. The woman pulls their foreskins way back and inspects either. Her expression is speculative and quite pleased.

  The Black Rock is first to take advantage of her desire to get crazy with them. He pushes the fat tip of his even fatter cock into her willing and wide open mouth to pull out and leave a great ream of saliva before Joey takes his turn inside for six hard strikes that makes Mary choke.

  It is all too much for Andy. He blinks several times, hoping that this is all a dream, but is interrupted by a cry that awakes him from any fantasies he might have about this not being an real life orgy.

  All heads turn. The woman stops beating on the two dicks in her hands. There's a cold chill from the fan by the bed. All eyes are on Barry and his slowing hips.

  “Did you just cum?” she asks in what sounds like something nearing rage.

  The man looks deeply ashamed. He mumbles something about the supplements he takes reducing time to ejaculation.

  Joey and The Black Rock and stare at him then chuckle and mutter “light weight.” Barry's face goes blood red and he turns his back to slink off to the one and only seat at the small table against the wall. Andy never knew he was that quick on the trigger. That was less than a minute all up and would shame any man.

  The Black Rock comes around back and looks down at Mary's wet and dripping pussy. “Well, if you are leaving the hole then I'm going in,” he says.

  The huge black man slides his dick straight on in with his balls slapping hard off her clit. He slaps her butt six times with his thick black skinned hand until her skin is nice and red then sighs in contentment.

  “She's slippery wet, boys,” he confirms. “This one loves getting her ass tapped.”

  Mary brings her eyes to Andy's crotch.

  “And what do-- you--- have---?” she moans between hard strikes from behind.

  “Leave me alone,” Andy growls. “I'm not a part of this.”

  Her hands reach out to his track suit pants. “You look a part of it,” she says. “What's that growing in your pants there, big boy? An oak perhaps?”

  Andy tries to push her hands away from his pants, but she's too fast. His dick is out and everyone stops moving.

  “Fuck...”

  Joey stares. “Is that real?”

  Even Mary seems a little shocked.

  “Is this like three hand spans or four? Is your dick under this thing or something?”

  Andy might be master of his body on the field, but his dick has never listened when he needed it too. It was probably half the reason that his wife sought out other men. Sex hurts when a woman is getting jammed by a dick big enough to exceed the size of a regular man's forearm. That's how Andy sees it anyway.

  “I'm not going to be able to suck that,” Mary muses. She throws her slim, small, warm hands around his shaft and starts tugging up and down on it. The Black Rock gets back to work after seeing that she is well and truly preoccupied.

  “Maybe a little tugging will bring something nice out,” she whispers. “I'm thirsty.”

  Andy doubts that. He's always been strong in the stamina area. These three clearly have nothing on him by how quickly they got hard over this crazy hell hound. A little will not be enough in this case.

  The Black Rock gets his five minutes of fame before Barry returns for another minute of dissatisfaction. Last up is Joey and by that time Andy is spread out on the bed and relaxed as the other man takes his turn. For all of his earlier resistance, after seeing how weak the others are in bed, he's feeling differently about what they are doing. It's been at least a month since he's taken care of himself. With The Black Rock looking envious and Barry hiding his head in shame on the hard surface of the dining table and even Joey looking concerned from where he has the full view of Andy getting his piece sorted, it's hard not to feel the kind of masculine pride that was lost to Andy the moment that he found out about what his wife had been up to.

  All of sudden Joey's face falls.

  “Fuck, I went soft...”

  That's news. Barry looks up hopefully and even smiles when Joey pulls out and stares at his small soft dick in dismay.

  “I think it's the supplements,” the man stutters, his eyes not once leaving Andy's ever growing dick, “It must be the supplements.”

  It's not the supplements. Everyone gets that. He's lost his confidence on seeing the kind of dick that few men have and even fewer would want if they knew how hard it is to please a woman when sex hurts to the point of making having a baby look easy.

  “I suppose I'm just going to have to satisfy myself on this then,” Mary says, sounding a little annoyed at Joey's lack of ability to stay hard in the confines of her pussy.

  Andy stares at her. Does she really intend to take on his huge cock like this? It's nearly at it's peak. Usually he has to cum a
few times before it gets to the point where it's small enough for a woman to take it properly. This Irish woman is truly insane.

  She gets up and stares down at him lying there on the bed.

  “Well, you just going to lie there or get your ass up?” She brings one hand up and slams it down on her other palm in a mimic of her earlier squashing of his balls. “If you need motivation then I have it right here.”

  Andy gets to his feet so quickly that he nearly trips over. The big man tries to throw a kiss on her, but she rejects him with “I only kiss men that I like.”

  The big man shakes his head. This woman...

  Yanking her up by the butt, he positions her so that she is flat to his chest, her huge breasts squashing to the fabric of his hoody, and her short legs are cupped around his firm rear with her dripping wet hole right above the tip of his huge cock.

  “It's going to hurt,” he warns. “If you want to stop, we can do that anytime.”

  Her reply is sharp and fast. “Fuck you, big boy. I'm taking this. There's no way I'm going to let my favorite team down.”

  He sinks it in on hearing her acceptance. Mary's eyes pop open to the point of nearly allowing the orbs to slip out of their sockets.

  “Changing your mind?” Andy asks on seeing her strained face turned towards him.

  “Never,” the woman growls back.

  He shuffles his dick in a little more. Her expression changes some on feeling that subtle shift from tip to shaft. The way that his manhood is organized is top light and bottom heavy. Andy pushes onwards through the soft wet folds of her inner flesh. It strains at his every movement and he's sure that she must be near tearing, but not a single word of compliant exits her mouth until the woman reaches the half way point.

  Then she screams.

  “God, shit, holy...”

  So many curse words for such a young woman. The others stare on.

  Andy spies them watching and has a moment of insight. He swiftly takes the woman and turns her so that she falls on him when his back lands on soft mattress of his bed. Everyone can see that she can't even sit down properly on his monster dick. It goes a long way to his personal healing having this moment. The others might have taken his wife, but they will never be as good as him in bed.