Coach Johnson blew his whistle and called the whole team over. The Pantyboys came mincing off the field. All my eighteen-year-old teammates were there, looking exactly as I remembered them, except now they were all dolled up as sissy maids! “Okay, ladies. Get this princess into her Pantyboy uniform stat! Get a move on, we’re burning daylight.”
Right in front of the packed stands I was grabbed by a dozen sissy maids that started dressing me in full drag! My pink panties were pulled down and I was forced into fresh black panties. The crowd cheered and whistled, the band started playing “the stripper” and one of the sissies tossed my pink panties into the crowd. One of my friend’s dads caught them and waved them around to the other cheering dads before melodramatically taking a deep sniff.
Stockings were pulled up my legs that were spread obscenely open to the crowd. I felt dozens of soft sissy hands groping my bare torso, my pantied ass and stockinged legs as heels were strapped onto my feet. I got hard in my panties, which caused another ripple of laughter through the crowd.
I was so embarrassed to be publicly exposed that I was somewhat relieved when I was finally forced into a sexy maid’s uniform with a very short skirt. Then they went to do my lips, but nobody had lipstick, until my high school sweetheart volunteered hers from the stands, saying, “She always loved this color. COCKSUCKER RED!” It was done, I was now a Pantyboy. The crowd applauded that I had been publicly transformed into a slutty sissy maid. “Looking good, champ!” my dad called out again. “No girl is dressed without lipstick.” Mom reminded me.
Coach Johnson gave me a visual once over. “Any sissy can dress like a Pantyboy. Let’s see if those Cocksucker Red lips live up to their reputation. Ladies, get her in position.” My cross-dressed teammates manhandled me onto my hands and knees on the bench while Coach Johnson pulled out his equipment. My mouth dropped open. Coach was even better endowed than his son. He didn’t pause in shoving the head of his cock between my painted lips.
Wanting to prove to my Coach that I was worthy of being one of his Pantyboys, I bobbed my head forward while swiping my tongue on the underside of his huge cock and applied as much suction as I could manage. As Coach Johnson started to feed me more of his awesome cock I felt my Pantyboy teammates groping my body and rubbing their pantied cocks against me. The crowd had gone quiet like they were at a golf tournament as I worked deeper and deeper on Coach’s twelve-inch cock. The Pantyboys kept feeling me up as I got closer to my goal, the crowd was tensely watching until my red lower lip touched Coach Johnson’s balls. The ref blew his whistle while making the goal signal and the crowd went nuts!
“Hey, dad. Mind if I take her other end?”
“Sure, Tyler. Let’s spit roast this little bitch.” Oh, no. Not Tyler. Before I could even try to object, I felt the now familiar sensation of his cock sliding up my ass just as Coach Johnson slid his cock out of my throat into my mouth. My sissy teammates held me in place as father and son started to work their cocks in and out of my orifices in perfect unison, like they were working a two man saw.
“Looking good, champ!” my dad called out again. With Coach Johnson’s huge cock ramrodding my throat, all I could get out as a reply was, “GGUULLICK. GGUULLICK.”
“Hey George. Is that your little sissy boy?” one of the other dad’s called out.
“She sure is.”
“Did you teach her to take dick like that?”
“Not on your life. The Johnson boys trained her, broke her in and turned her out. They made her the Pantyboy she is today. Your boy has a sweet little panty ass. I bet they could train him too.”
The Johnson boys sure were training me. It felt like there was one continuous log of cock sawing up my ass and down my throat. Then Coach Johnson decided to mix things up. “Tyler let’s switch. I could use a ride in between those sweet cheeks. Flip her over ladies.” The Johnson boys withdrew their cocks and I was flipped head over high heels so I was on my back on the bench. I looked up to see my best buds Logan and Dillon standing over me with their cocks hanging out of their panties. They grabbed my hands and had me start jerking their hard dicks right over my face. My two straight buds wrapped their arms around each other, brought their red lips together and got into a deep sissy makeout session above me. My other sissy teammates got the idea and reached over to the Pantyboy on the other side of me, grabbed his hard cock, began jerking it and started making out too! I looked down the line of sissy cocks being jerked off to Coach Johnson sliding his cock between my spread stockinged legs. There was no pain. Only pleasure as he slid his extra huge cock straight up my boypussy. I moaned as I looked up into a sea of jerking sissy dicks with Coach Johnson’s plunging prick taking center stage. I felt like that huge dick was pulling me inside out when it withdrew and then almost squealed when the full length rubbed against my prostate on each deep dive back inside me.
I guess Tyler was getting off on the view too. He moaned loudly, “Here it comes, sweetcheeks. Drink it all.” His cock exploded about a pint of cum into my open mouth. The crowd chanted, “Swallow. Swallow.”
I did my best. “GULLUPK. GULLUPK. GULLUPK. GULLUPK… GULLUPK.” The crowd cheered as I managed to swallow most of it, but then the Pantyboys unloaded. They moaned into each other’s mouths as their balls unloaded volley after volley of sissy sperm all over me. My buddys Logan and Dillon’s cocks spurted all over my face and into my open mouth. I was a slimy mess of cum when Coach Johnson exploded up my pussy. He unloaded such a torrent that I felt shoot into me with such force that some blasted out of my pussy around his cock. I swore I could feel and taste it in my throat.
I was a fucked-out mess, so Logan and Dillon helped me sit up unsteadily, but instead of facing the field, that sat me facing the crowd in the bleachers. I was a mess, covered from head to toe in dripping sperm. Logan and Dillon stood on either side of me with their softening cocks pointing at me. “Clean them off, bitch.” Dillon ordered. My resistance gone, I took hold of their cocks and licked and sucked them clean. At that moment, the school photographer appeared before us and took a picture of me covered in cum and with Logan and Dillon’s cocks in my hands on either side of my face. “Thanks, guys. That will make a great lead-in photo.” Huh?
The announcer’s voice came blasting over the speakers. “And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for…Coach Johnson will present the award for the Pantyboy’s MVP!!!” Coach Johnson stepped forward with a mahogany box about a foot square with M. V. P. in gold letters carved into each side and a purple velvet bag draped over the trophy itself. Suddenly I realized that Coach was heading towards me. Logan and Dillon must have realized it too. They put their clean cocks back in their panties and helped me to my feet. The photographer got into position as Coach handed ME the MVP trophy!