The Team’s Most Eager Booster Wound Up With a “Team” of Her Own

My son plays on his college hockey team, and I attend every game. This year they’ve had a great season and were on the verge of making the playoffs with a possible clinching game coming up, but it was an away game a good distance from home, and to make matters worse, a huge snowstorm was forecast, predicted to blanket the area that very day. Had it been any other game I’d have skipped it, but I was determined to be there to watch our boys make the playoffs, so I took a half day at work and left early to ensure I’d be there.

It turned out to be a good idea, since the snowstorm hit earlier than predicted and was even worse than had been forecast. The team bus barely made it to the rink, and my husband called to say that the way conditions were, there was no way he’d be able to make it. I wound up being one of only a few parents present to cheer the team on as they won, 4–2!

After the game the roads were impassable. Luckily, there was a hotel across from the rink, and the team and I all managed to get rooms. I went to see my son to congratulate him, but he was obviously embarrassed at having his mother hanging around while he wanted to celebrate with his roommates, so I wished the boys good night and headed to my room.

On the way I ran into Tony, the team captain, who was much happier to see me than my own offspring had been. He thanked me for making it to the game and told me how much the team appreciated my support. He said I was “an inspiration”! I was flattered that they had noticed me, and when Tony invited me to his room, I accepted.

When we arrived, Tony announced to his roommates, Jack, Marshall, and Frank, “Look who I found wandering around.” Once their surprise wore off, they became just as friendly as their captain. While we were chatting away, the coach popped his head in to check on the fellows and was delighted to see me. He asked if I was staying awhile, since my presence meant one less room he had to look in on. I was having a good time, and it wasn’t like I had anywhere else to go, so I said sure. The coach offered thanks and left.

We continued talking. In time Tony went to his bag and pulled out a bottle of vodka he’d brought to celebrate. I reminded the boys I was supposed to be keeping an eye on them, but they begged me to let them have some—it was such a special occasion. I thought about it, and they were all twenty-one, and with the snow, there was nowhere they could go and get in trouble, so I relented. They cheered and thanked me for being the coolest parent they knew.

After an assortment of drinking games, which I was invited to join, the bottle was empty and we were all in a happy mood. Tony suggested we play a game of strip poker. At first I was shocked, but then I was flattered that, despite my age, I looked good enough to be included by these boys literally young enough to be my son!

Tony sealed the deal by making it me versus them—each time I won, they’d all lose an article of clothing! To up the ante, all four of those gorgeous young athletic studs took off their shirts! The sight of all those big, muscular chests did it for me.

We sat in a circle on the floor. I won a few hands and the boys were down to their underwear. Then I started losing and was down to my bra and panties, with the boys staring lustily. I considered backing out, but the growing bulges in the boys’ crotches induced me to try one more hand. And I won!

I wondered if they would go through with it. Then Tony stood up and without hesitation dropped his underwear! And no wonder—he was seriously hung, much larger than my husband (not that that’s much of a standard). My eyes were fixated on it, and in my tipsy state it didn’t register that he was walking toward me—until his cock was practically in my face! He placed a hand on the back of my head and aimed it right at my mouth.

“Why don’t you enjoy your winnings?” he said, pushing his rod against my lips. They parted, and his cock was in my mouth. Boy, did he widen my jaws! He began to move his hips back and forth while holding my head in place. I salivated like crazy over his big rod and tongued it like mad while he face-fucked me. It wasn’t long before he blew a gusher down my gullet. I’m proud to say I swallowed it all.

Jack took his captain’s place and repeated all the activity. While he did, one of the others removed my bra. Once my breasts were free, multiple hands fondled them, with one straying south and slipping in my panties and fingering my pussy. Now I was really getting fired up. Jack popped quickly and was replaced by Marshall, then Frank. I had never guzzled so much semen in one sitting. I made a production of licking my lips, knowing the boys would love it!

Tony, by now hard again, picked me up and set me on the edge of the bed, in the process removing my panties. Acting the role of captain, he instructed Marshall and Frank to grab my legs and spread them wide, and he ran his full length up and down my slit. I couldn’t recall the last time I wanted to be fucked so badly. Declaring, “Now it’s time to really celebrate our victory,” he shoved that thick hunk of meat halfway up my pussy, making me groan. Slowly but surely he pressed forward until he had the entire thing in. God, it stretched me! He hadn’t even started fucking me and I was near coming.

Tony fucked me with the same aggression he shows on the ice. The others urged him to “give it to her good,” and he pounded me harder and harder, bringing me to a wild climax before releasing his payload in my pussy.

I wasn’t given a chance to catch my breath. Once again Jack replaced Tony, thrusting into me just as powerfully. I had never taken on more than one guy, and the back-to-back fucking was incredible. The guys cheered me while I writhed wildly.

After Jack blew his load, Marshall was up. I assumed he would take me the same way, but he had the others release my legs and helped me to my feet—long enough to get me on all fours. Then he sank his cock in me and rode me hard, declaring that this was the best night of his life—first making the playoffs and now screwing the hottest MILF among the team’s mothers. Talk about pumping up the ego! I urged him to fuck me harder, and he leaned forward and, latching on to my tits for leverage, fucked me to my most powerful orgasm of the evening.

While I was still gasping for breath, Frank got up behind me and started banging away. While he did that, Marshall wagged his cock in my face, apparently wanting me to clean him off. Normally I never suck a cock once it has been inside me, but that night I opened wide without hesitation and swallowed his whole length, noting the taste of my juices as well as his. I found it really quite appetizing. I couldn’t figure out why I had balked at doing it before.

Frank finished up and took Marshall’s place in my mouth, and Tony positioned himself behind me. I just assumed I was in for another hard pussy pounding. Instead I felt him spread my ass cheeks and try to work his cock in my butt hole! He got the head and maybe an inch inside, and then paused. Now, I had never had anal sex. I might have said something, but that would mean removing the delicious cock from my mouth, and I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. After the first minute or so I was glad I didn’t, when my ass started to relax and the initial discomfort disappeared, replaced by something far more enjoyable.

As Tony pushed deeper into me, he asked his teammates if they had ever seen a hotter sight than his cock sinking into my ass. Apparently they hadn’t. At any rate, they were all taking pictures with their phones—close-ups, luckily (I doubted that anyone could identify my backside). They kept snapping away until Tony was in to the hilt. He began fucking my ass with short, steady strokes, and soon had me so worked up that I wondered why I hadn’t tried anal sex before either. It was definitely going to become a regular part of my sexual agenda from now on.

Before the night was over, the boys had each taken a turn in my backside, filling it with loads of all their semen. By the time they were finished, it was pretty late and all of us were exhausted. (After all, they had played a hockey game that night!) I got dressed, though the guys kept my bra and panties as souvenirs. When I left their room I could barely walk straight, and in my room I all but collapsed on the bed and fell asleep instantly.

When I woke up in the morning I could scarcely believe what had happened, or how wonderful I felt. Then I realized I had forgotten something very important. I hadn’t sworn the boys to secrecy! I couldn’t take the chance of them bragging to their buddies about our five-way victory party. So I hurried to their room and knocked on the door.

Tony’s bleary eyes brightened when he saw me. I slipped inside. It turned out I needn’t have worried. They had already decided not to tell anyone, since if word got around, it could get me into trouble. They also appreciated how upsetting it would be if my son found out.

Then Tony suggested a quick blowjob and whipped out his to-die-for cock. My horniness overcame my common sense, and I was on my knees sucking away, until there was a knock on the door. Tony and I hurried into the bathroom, closing the door behind us. I heard the voice of the coach in the room. I was a bit nervous until Tony turned the shower on, relieving me of my concerns about making noise.

He started stripping out of his clothes and then began stripping me out of mine! I thought he was crazy, but like I said, I was horny and I couldn’t see the coach sticking his head in to watch a guy shower. The next thing I knew, I was under the showerhead once again getting my pussy plowed by a horny college boy and loving every inch of it. When I came, I had to bite down on Tony’s shoulder since I couldn’t count on my cries of passion being drowned out by the shower.

My heart nearly stopped when the door in fact did open! But it turned out to just be Marshall. He told us the coach had left and they were supposed to be out of the room within the next half hour. He took one look at me and told Tony to hurry up so he could have a turn. Tony said he wasn’t hurrying for anything with how great my pussy felt. Then he pointed out that there was another hole available if Marshall was in a rush to enjoy me.

While I was still processing what he had suggested, Marshall stripped. He was in the shower in a heartbeat. It took a bit of repositioning, but soon I was being supported between two powerful young studs bouncing me up and down on their big cocks, driving me to a whopper of a climax.

Tony and Marshall came within seconds of each other, after which—with the clock ticking!—Frank and Jack double-teamed me as well. We barely finished in time to leave the room within the specified half hour. As I was about to leave, Tony asked me whether, if the team made it through the first round of the playoffs, I would be up for a “repeat performance” with my “personal team.” I said I would definitely be up for a victory celebration like that.

I can hardly wait for the playoffs to start. I’ll be cheering the hardest of anybody in the stands, just not for the usual reason. Here’s hoping they make it to the finals!

—Name and address withheld