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Jeremy's Jersey
by Inosolan (inosolan@galaxycorp.com)

***

It was that hour when day classes had ended and evening 
ones had not yet started; the gym was almost totally 
deserted; they had no trouble slipping in and avoiding 
being seen. As if she'd been here often, and, as if she 
was a jock groupie, maybe she was, Dolly led the two 
athletes to a storage room where extra gymnastic 
equipment was kept, including stacks of mats... (MMF, 
nc, tg, mc, anal) 

***

She was sitting on the bench on the Hill.

Not just "a hill", The enormous State University has a 
lot of hills on campus, but only the one crested by the 
gold-leaf-plated tower of the Admin Building is "The 
Hill".

She was dozing in the pleasant late-afternoon sun, idly 
dreaming about nothing in particular. She was short, 
less than 5'3", and very slim, with long legs for her 
height, slender but definitely womanly hips, a tiny 
waist and surprisingly large breasts, a DD cup at 
least, that rose proudly from her slender torso, 
standing firm without any visible sign of a bra under 
the ESU Football jersey she wore.

The jersey was too big for her, but it flattered her 
figure surprisingly well anyway, it fell in folds to 
her waist and even below, to her crotch when she stood 
up (its original owner had been over six feet tall), 
but it draped across the form under it quite nicely, 
and the thin material left little doubt that there were 
large nipples on the points of those beautiful titties.

She wore tight jeans, they were so tight that there 
were zippers halfway to the knee from the hem on the 
outside of each leg, and that they clung and outlined 
every detail beneath them, even molding her hips and 
pubic mound closely enough to reveal that she wore no 
lower undergarment, either. Green sandals with sling 
backs and spike heels, classic fuck-me shoes, gave her 
lovely legs an even more sexy shape than nature had 
originally done.

A couple of large guys were walking along the pathway 
over the Hill, on their way from the MacNamara 
Classroom Building to the athletic dorm, carrying their 
Geology 101 ("Rocks for Jocks") texts and notebooks.

One of them noticed her sitting on the bench and nudged 
his buddy.

"Hey, look," he said. "Isn't she wearing Jeremy's 
jersey?"

"Looks like it," his teammate replied. "I never saw her 
with it, wonder where she got it?"

"Dunno, but she's hot-looking enough I'm going to ask 
her in order to have an excuse to talk to her..."

They walked over to the bench, and stood looking down 
at her. They were in the way of the sun, and, when it 
was cut off, she opened her eyes and saw them. For a 
moment there was an expression of confusion, or maybe 
disgust or fear, or possibly all three, then she 
blinked and gave them a friendly smile, sitting up 
straighter on the bench in a way that somehow pushed 
her shoulders back and her chest (even further) out.

"Well, hi!" she said before they could say anything.

"Uh, hi," the slightly quicker of the two muttered.

"I bet you guys are football players," she continued.

"Uh, yeah..." mumbled the other.

"I like football players," she said cheerfully, then 
slowly licked the tip of her tongue along her soft, wet 
lips and shrugging slightly, bouncing those wonderful 
boobies in a way that riveted both young men's eyes. 
"In fact, I was just looking for a football player when 
I stopped to rest here, I need to open some packages 
and I need some help packing some stuff and football 
players are always so big..." (she glanced down at the 
guy on the left's crotch as she said this) "...and so 
strong..." (checking out the other guy's package) "... 
and so co-operative." (licking her lips again and 
staring directly into their eyes, one by one.

Both jocks shifted uncomfortably, feeling a sudden need 
for, in the immortal words of Daffy Duck, "...a pause 
whilst I adjust my accoutrements..."

"By the way," she murmured in a much softer and more 
sexy voice, my name's Dolly, and Jeremy wants me to be 
really nice to his friends..."

She stood up and began to walk away in the direction of 
the PE/gym building, her full round ass swaying from 
side to side, drawing their eyes and making their 
fingers itch and their cocks twitch. Glancing at each 
other, they obviously had but one thought between them.

It was that hour when day classes had ended and evening 
ones had not yet started; the gym was almost totally 
deserted; they had no trouble slipping in and avoiding 
being seen. As if she'd been here often, and, as if she 
was a jock groupie, maybe she was, Dolly led the two 
athletes to a storage room where extra gymnastic 
equipment was kept, including stacks of mats.

As they stepped inside and closed and latched the door, 
Dolly turned to one of the jocks, reached up and pulled 
his lips down to hers, kissing him hot and deep with a 
lot of tongue. So that the other guy wouldn't feel left 
out, she reached down and began massaging his already-
stiff cock through the fabric of his pants. Then she 
grasped the first guy's shaft with her other hand, 
broke the kiss with him, and turned to the other guy 
for just as nasty a smooch.

"Mmmm," she said as she broke that, still stroking the 
two cocks that were getting harder by the minute in her 
hot hands. "Both of your mouths taste good and sexy. I 
wonder if your cocks do, too? Why don't you guys open 
your packages for me, and I'll find out, what do yeah 
say...?"

The two shaking jocks rushed to do so, but their 
fingers were trembling so much that they had trouble 
with their own buttons and zippers. Laughing a little, 
she watched them fumbling their cocks out, meanwhile 
idly reaching up under her jersey and beginning to play 
with her own hard nipple, just to make them hornier.

Finally, one managed to drag himself out for her 
inspection, not bad, she thought, seven inches long and 
unusually thick, with pre-cum already smearing its tip. 
Leaning forward, she put out her little pointed pink 
tongue and began to lick the head, as if it were a 
lollipop, and her favorite, too, pre-cum flavor!

Then the other managed to get his cock loose and ready, 
and she checked it out, while reaching up a hand to 
gently hold and stroke the shaft of the first guy. This 
one was even longer, maybe even over eight inches, not 
quite so thick in proportion as the first, but with a 
head the size and almost the color of a large plum. 

This time, she didn't just lick it, she leaned forward 
and slowly slid her lips over it, until the head was 
completely in her mouth. Still stroking the other guy, 
she began pushing forward, sliding her red lips further 
and further along the hot meat, sucking in a gentle 
rhythm and occasionally using her tongue on the head or 
the shaft as she began bobbing her head back and forth, 
letting it slip almost all the way out and then sucking 
it back into her hot wet mouth. 

For a while the only sounds in the room were the moans 
and gasps of pleasure of the two jocks, and the obscene 
sucking and slobbering sounds she made as she sucked 
first one, then the other, bringing them both, time 
after time, almost to the edge of release and then 
switching to the other guy for a while. Under the loose 
jersey, her own nipples were hard as pebbles and 
standing out strongly.

Then she stopped.

"You," she said to one of the loose-kneed jocks, "Lie 
down over there," pointing to a pile of mats. She led 
the other over to the head of the pile by the cock 
still in her hand. Once they were there, she bent and 
completed unfastening and removing the reclining jock's 
trousers and boxers; his rock hard cock sprang up 
straight into the air. 

"Mmmmmm," she said, licking her lips again. Leaning 
forward, she began sucking it anew, then lifted her 
head and told the other "Come unzip my jeans," and then 
went back to her oral ministrations.

The jock walked up behind her, looking at the way that 
her beautiful ass, clearly revealed by the tight, 
stretchy fabric, was turned to his view by the way she 
leaned forward. He reached around in front of her for 
her zipper, but also took the chance to press his hard 
hot cock against her butt; he could feel the heat of 
her flesh through the material. 

His fingers found the zipper, and began to pull it 
downward; he was a bit startled when it didn't stop at 
the bottom of her crotch, as he'd expected, but instead 
kept on sliding along, gliding along over her pussy 
lips, causing her to shiver just a little in pleasure, 
along over her asshole, and up along the curve of her 
crack, until it reached all the way to her waist in the 
back.

Suddenly, what had been a pair of jeans was just two 
tight-fitting tubes of cloth covering her legs, joined 
only at the top, by the waistband and by the tight belt 
that circled her waist.

She spread her feet just a bit, stepping backward and 
outward some to spread and open herself to his gaze. No 
panties, of course, he could see her anus and he wet 
pink pussy and even some of the hair on it, wide open 
and just waiting for him.

He didn't need a second invitation.

Grasping his aching cock near the base, he guided it to 
her slit, rubbed it up and down along the wet crease, 
making her moan with pleasure around his friend's cock, 
then shoved all eight inches forward with one smooth 
motion, burying himself to the base in her hot tight 
cunt. Slowly he pulled almost all of the way back, then 
eased it back as slowly as he could stand to.

Hands on her hips, he pumped her smoothly, deeply and 
rhythmically, speeding up and slowing down as he came 
nearer to cumming, he wanted to make this one last!

After a bit, she stopped sucking the guy on the mat, 
pulled forward and slipped herself off the cock in her 
cunt, and then climbed onto the mat, straddling the 
recumbent guy and his stiff, upright cock. Guiding 
herself downward with one hand clutching the shaft just 
behind the head, she allowed all of it to slip up her 
juicy, hot cunt till she was completely full, squatting 
over his hips.

She began to pump him strongly and smoothly, squeezing 
him tightly on the outstroke with her cunt muscles, 
then relaxing and letting him slip easily back in.

After she had her rhythm well-established, she glanced 
over her shoulder at the other guy standing there, cock 
in hand, and gasped "Well... come on... then! I... 
bet... you can find... another hole... somewhere..." 
wiggling her ass a bit on the upstroke to make herself 
clear.

That was an invitation he wasn't going to refuse! 
Spitting on his hand, he worked the liquid into her 
asshole, then placed the head of his already-shiny-wet 
cock, coated with her oils and juices, against the 
little brown circle, and began to push forward.

"God, yes!" she screamed. "Fuck me, fuck me hard, both 
of you! Fuck my cunt, fuck my ass, make me cum!! Cum, 
you two horny bastards; fill me up with hot white cum 
cream in my pussy and my butt!! Fuck me fuck me fuck 
fuck fuck..."

Spurred on by her filthy monologue, the guy fucking her 
asshole managed to pull her jersey up so far that it 
exposed her huge, lovely white titties. He began to 
squeeze and stroke the hot tits and the hard nipples, 
then the guy underneath her managed to catch the fleshy 
globes and began happily sucking on her hot hard 
nipples.

Some small time passed, the only sounds being the 
liquid slurping and obscene squishy sounds of cocks in 
cunt and asshole, the moans of the guys, and the 
continuing obscene monologue that Dolly continued 
muttering under her breath.

Suddenly she almost shouted "I'm cumming! Oh, dear god, 
I'm cummmming!! Oh, oh, oh...." and her entire body 
convulsed, her anal and pussy muscles clamping down on 
the two cocks, squeezing and milking them, starting the 
two jocks' orgasms as well...

And the door slammed open and a voice demanded to know 
"What the HELL is going on here? What is this 
disgusting scene?" 

And suddenly Dolly was scrambling out from between the 
two jocks and she was wide-eyed and terrified and 
sobbing and gasping out "Oh, thank heaven you've 
rescued me; they grabbed me on the Hill and they 
dragged me here and they made me suck their nasty dicks 
and they raped me and they odorized me and they're 
horrible terrible nasty perverts who ought to go to 
jail forever for rape..."

"Rape, is it?" demanded the young woman standing in the 
doorway. "More of you football players and your 
disgusting behavior, I see."

She put an arm around the sobbing Dolly who had somehow 
managed to zip her pants back together, patted her 
shoulder and said "It's okay, honey, they can't hurt 
you now."

She glared at the two confused jocks again. "I'm going 
to lock you in here, and I'm going to call the Campus 
Police to come get you... and I'm going to take this 
poor young lady to the Rape Crisis Center. I hope you 
two get twenty years..." she said, as she slammed and 
locked the door from the outside.

As soon as the door was closed, however, she seemed to 
lose her rage, turned to Dolly and said "Let's go to 
the store".

At the words, something strange seemed to come over 
Dolly's face, it lost all expression, as if her mind 
had been switched off, and it had; because she was 
under the control of a powerful mind-control technique.

  

Soon Dolly and the young woman had arrived at a small 
exotic boutique near the campus; it was called "Hot 
Rags" and specialized in the sexy clothing like Dolly's 
jeans and even more exotic garments and toys.

But, beyond the day to-day business of a sexually-
oriented boutique, there were occasional other 
activities that took place at "Hot Rags", sometimes 
there was action in what the owner, Nikki, called the 
"'What You Need' Department", a small back room where 
Nikki used 22nd-Century science and 18th-Century 
witchcraft to right wrongs and prevent history from 
going the wrong way.

As the brunette woman led the blank-faced Dolly into 
the room, Nikki looked up and said "Oh, hi, Jo, did she 
do it?"

"Exactly like you told her to," Jo answered. "But she 
went a little beyond her orders, actually, she managed 
to get two of them in there for me to catch with her."

"Hmmm, was she having a good time?"

"Based on the gasps and the screams and the dirty talk 
I heard, I'd say she was having a wonderful time... and 
you should have heard her cum! I thought someone who 
wasn't in on it might hear and come looking..."

"Oh, good. That'll make it so much better." She turned 
toward Dolly.

"Undress," she commanded. The shorter girl took off her 
shoes, unzipped and stepped out of the tight jeans with 
their cum-soaked crotch, and again stood quietly. She 
hadn't taken off the football jersey, but Nikki didn't 
say anything about it.

"All right, Jeremy, come back, now," Nikki ordered.

Suddenly, where "Dolly" had stood was a six-foot young 
man, just as blank-faced and quiet.

Nikki looked at him with disgust.

"Remember!" she hissed at him.

And, as life returned to his face, she could see he did 
remember.

He remembered being lured here by a call from his ex-
girlfriend. Remembered being offered some coffee as he 
waited for her. Remembered how the coffee had contained 
a drug that gave Nikki and Jo complete control of his 
mind. Remembered how, with a combination of magic and 
science, Nikki had turned him into the jock-groupie 
slut, Dolly.

Remembered how, forgetting completely who he really 
was, he had gone out, believing he was Dolly and had 
followed Nikki's orders and found a couple of his 
fellow football players and seduced them and done the 
nastiest things he could think of to do with them, and 
then had helped convince them they were going to be 
arrested for rape!

And he remembered how much he had enjoyed degrading 
himself.

Still unable to move without Nikki's command, he looked 
at her with shock and shame and disgust and anger 
chasing each other across his face.

"It looks as if he'd like to know why, Jo," Nikki 
murmured to her girlfriend.

"Would you like to know why, Jeremy?" she asked "You 
may speak."

"Yes - why? Why me?"

"Do you remember last Saturday night, Jeremy? Do you 
remember a jock who was tired of his girlfriend and 
couldn't get rid of her and so he set up a little 
session with six of his jock friends and a dose or so 
of the 'date rape drug', Jeremy? Do you remember all of 
the things they did to that girl? Do you remember how 
that guy pretended to be disgusted and told the girl 
she must have led them on and because that sort of 
thing didn't happen to 'nice girls', and how he told 
her she wasn't good enough to be his girlfriend?" She 
stared straight into his eyes with ice in her gaze.

"You ought to, Jeremy, because that jock was you.

"So, now, you're going to remember what happened to 
you, you're going to remember being a nasty slut who 
led two men on and fucked them and did disgusting 
things with them and loved every minute of it. But you 
won't be able to tell anyone and you'll act just like 
normal, except that you won't get a new girlfriend.

"But every minute of every day you'll remember."

She smiled angelically.

"And once or twice a week you'll come back here wearing 
your jersey without anyone knowing where you're going, 
and those days a new and different slut will make some 
of your fellow football players very happy and then 
very scared.

"And, when you've suffered enough to pay for what you 
did to Cindy... then I'll think about letting you go.

"Or I might just permanently make you into a mindless 
little fucktoy and give you to Jo to amuse herself with 
when I have to be away..."

* * *

Jeremy woke up in his bed, cold sweat running down his 
face.

God, what a nightmare! It was as real as...

Wait a minute, why was he wearing his jersey? He never 
wore his jersey to bed...
And then he felt the soreness in his asshole and 
remembered how good the cocks had tasted and in the 
deep lonely dark of his bedroom he began to quietly 
cry.

END

Inosolan@galaxycorp.com

He who would speak truth should have one foot in the 
saddle.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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