Squad Goals

The afternoon sun beat down on the half-bleached, trampled pitch, and the scattered noise from the small but generously enthusiastic crowd mixed with the thundering and clashing on the field. We were into the last 20 minutes of the second half and I wish I could say it was close, but our home Blue Valkyries were well ahead and had frankly dominated the visiting Lady Vipers for the majority of the match.

I always loved to see my girlfriend Jocelyn play, and it filled me with a special mixture of admiration and pride. She was obviously so into the game and the sport in general, so obviously happy and in her element, and on top of it all it showed how tough and even ferocious she really was. She was a back (inside center to be exact), and she was fast and very skilled. You could see when the ball was in the scrum how her eyes would search out her path, how she’d note the defenders and the other backs on her team, and then the way her shoulders would rise as the ball came out and she’d start tearing down the field was just incredible.

The Blue Valkyries actually played mostly in black. Their jerseys were a mix of royal and electric blue with white accents, but their shorts and socks were black, which would show the dust and little flecks of grass after one of them went down. The other girls wore the odd pair of fluorescent orange or green boots, or white, but in Jocelyn’s case her boots and hair were black as well. The other team played in maroon and yellow, and the swirl of the colors clashing together as they tackled and spun off one another was hypnotic as it played out in front of the darkening clouds to the south.

The referee’s whistle blew and the two sides of the scrum started straining against each other, and I watched as Jocelyn yelled something to someone on the opposing side. I craned my head and saw a flushed and flustered woman, number 6, with the team captain’s “C” on the front of her jersey, wiping her hands on her shorts and yelling back defiantly. Jocelyn laughed and pointed tauntingly at her, and as the ball came out she took the pass and charged down the pitch. She looked over her shoulder for her teammates as they sprinted, and as the girl she was taunting leapt to tackle her she side-stepped and slammed into her, sending her off course and crashing into the ground.

She and the other backs passed a few times, dodging defenders, but it came back to Jocelyn for the try, and as she touched the ball to the ground she threw up her arms and cheered. I looked back down the field, clapping my hands, and saw the girl shaking her head, the sweat showing in her long, dirty blonde hair, and she stamped her boot dismissively and jogged back into place for the next round.

By the end of the match the wind had picked up and the small park emptied quickly after it was all over as it started to sprinkle with rain, but the Valkyries smiled as they milled about on the sidelines, took pictures with and congratulations from those fans that wanted to, and congratulated each other on their victory. I ran down and hugged Jocelyn, told her how proud I was of her and how happy I was that they had won, and she grinned and kissed me, obviously still soaring from the win. As the last of the fans and well-wishers went on their way the teams shook hands and went into their separate locker rooms, and I followed Jocelyn as she walked with her big Adidas duffel bag.

She put her arm around me and tossed back her head with relish as we brought up the rear of the team, and as we stepped through the door into the hallway she reached into her bag and passed me a little camcorder.

“Here,” she said. “Hold onto this for a second. I’ll tell you what to do in a minute.”

She gave me a wink and we went into the locker room, where the girls were changing back into their sweatpants and street clothes, and they debriefed for a few minutes and talked about having clinched a spot in the playoffs and about their path to the championship.

“I’m so proud of all of you,” Jocelyn said loudly, so everyone could hear over the noise. “Thank you so much for making this a great team!”

The Valkyries all cheered and one by one they finished changing and headed out to their cars, but as the hustle and bustle settled down I realized Jocelyn and a couple of her teammates hadn’t changed at all. They talked with each other, and with the girls around them, about the match, analyzing this run or that, and it seemed like they had just forgotten to get out of their kit. As the last girl who was going to left the changing room they called their goodbyes, and finally the four of us were left, Jocelyn and myself, and then Kendra and Alyssa, two of the other backs.

Alyssa pulled off her jersey and tossed it on one of the benches, but seemed content leaving it at that, with her white sports bra and her dirty shorts and socks leading down to her boots. Kendra was the only one of the three to really change clothes, and she stood up and pulled on her baggy black sweatpants with the big pink letters running down the leg as she spoke to Jocelyn.

“You think she’s chickening out?”

I watched her neck and the way it led down to her naked breasts as she looked back over her shoulder at Jocelyn and stepped her thick black socks into a black rubber pair of slides and pulled on a matching tank top.

“I hope not,” Jocelyn replied, folding her arms as she looked at the door and absently tapping the cleats of her boots on the floor. “We had a deal and she knows it’ll be worse for her if she welshes.”

A moment’s silence hung in the air as they all considered the prospect, and Jocelyn turned her attention to me. She kissed me and led me back against the lockers, taking the camera from me and turning it on. I gave her a quizzical look, because I didn’t know what all of this was supposed to be in aid of, but she smiled back and gave me a wink that told me she had a surprise.

Just then, though, there was a knock at the door, and the three of them grinned and exchanged looks of anticipation with each other.

“Start recording,” Jocelyn said, and she grinned at me again before turning towards the door.

Kendra opened it, and in walking number 6. A thick, pregnant hum greeted her, and she looked between the three of them as she stepped into the room, still in uniform, her boots clicking on the floor.

“Welcome!” said Jocelyn brightly, but there was something latently foreboding in her tone as she continued. “Welcome. Well come on in, don’t be shy.”

I looked down at the screen on the side of the camcorder and saw her face beyond Jocelyn’s back, beneath the blinking red dot. She looked a little nervous, but ultimately defeated and exhausted. Her hair was in a mess in its ponytail and she seemed unsure of herself as she said, “Hi.”

“You look tired,” Jocelyn said sweetly. “Why don’t you put your bag down and have a seat?”

Number 6 sighed as she dropped the duffel off of her shoulder, and she moved toward the bench but Jocelyn stopped her.

“No, no,” she said. “Seats are for winners. I think you’d be more comfortable sitting on the floor.”

She hesitated, but as she sat down in front of it and put her back against the lockers she seemed to relax.

“So!” Jocelyn said happily, turning back to face the camera while Alyssa and Kendra sat down on the bench. “So Ashley used to be a teammate of mine, years ago now when I was playing in high school, and for whatever reason she thought she was a better player than me.” She took the camera from me and stepped to the bench, where she stepped over between Ashley’s legs and sat down above her.

“She was very competitive, talked a lot of shit, and we went back and forth for a while on different teams until this season when she became captain of the Vipers. And we agreed that this season was for all the marbles. All the bragging rights. We decided we were gonna settle once and for all who was better than who.” She turned the camera to point at Ashley. “And look at her now!”

She pointed the camera back at herself. “She’s a loser. And we,” she said, turning the camera to show Alyssa and Kendra, “are gonna make sure she knows it.” She smiled and gave the camera a wink, and then handed it back to me. I stepped back and framed them all in the shot, looking at Jocelyn but all three of them were fixed on Ashley.

“And,” she continued, looking down at Ashley as she pulled off her boots and let them fall on the floor beneath her, “she’s gonna have to suffer the consequences of being such a pathetic little bitch.”

A shock came over me as I watched Jocelyn lift her leg and bring her sweaty, black socked foot up and stick it in Ashley’s face. My mouth fell open and I watched Ashley’s hands instinctively reach up, but Jocelyn snapped at her.

“Uh unh,” she cried. “Hands at your sides! Losers get stinky winner feet in their face and that’s just the way it is.” Ashley lowered her hands in defeat and Jocelyn brought her second foot next to the other one. She extended her legs softly and Ashley’s head was pushed against the lockers behind her. I heard her sigh, and her head shook for a moment, and then she shifted and slumped, overcome by Jocelyn’s feet.

Jocelyn turned to me and motioned for the camera, and she held it up to the tops of her feet. “See?” she said, wiggling her toes and mashing her feet harder into Ashley’s face. “What a fucking loser. What’s in your face right now?!”

There was a mumble from beneath her soles.

“What?! I can’t hear you!”

“Stinky winner feet.”

“That’s right, and you’re about to get some more. Ladies?”

She passed the camera back to me and lowered her legs, and both Kendra and Alyssa slipped off their shoes and mashed Ashley’s face between their dark, black socked feet. Alyssa laughed as she felt Ashley’s nose and cheeks between her toes, and she giggled and grinned at Jocelyn, who looked proudly at her and then for a moment into the camera.

“See,” she said, pulling the sock off of her right foot, “she was so fucking confident, so fucking cocky about beating us to the playoffs that she said if they lost she’d take whatever punishment me and my star players could dish out. And now she’s gonna get it.”

She turned back to face her rival. “Gimme her mouth.” Alyssa and Kendra moved their heels out of the way. “Open!”

“Mmf!” Ashley cried as Jocelyn stuck in her toes, and she tried to move her head but Alyssa and Kendra held her in place.

“Mmm!” Jocelyn said, raising her voice over Ashley’s helpless groans. “Tastes good, doesn’t it? I bet that tastes like sweaty, stinky winner toes! And you love it, don’t you? I bet you love getting to taste my perfect winner feet. Now suck! Suck and sniff!”

Ashley groaned again, and Jocelyn waved for me to come closer. “Stick the camera in her face. Make sure you can hear her sniffing and sucking.” Ashley shuddered as I came closer, pointing the camera back and forth between the three of them and her at their feet.

“We’re gonna save this video and if you ever try to fuck with us again we’re gonna send it to every one of your teammates so they can all see what a footsucking loser you are. How do those socks smell?”

Ashley whined and whimpered as she sniffed, and all three of the girls just laughed at her.

“I told them not to change their lucky socks until we won the championship, haha. And that just means it’s gonna get worse for you as we go through the playoffs. We’re gonna make you watch us win and then after every game you’re gonna get more of this.”

They settled for a moment, Alyssa and Kendra wiping their dirty socks on Ashley’s cheeks while Jocelyn pushed her toes in and out of her mouth, and it was quiet while she sucked and sniffed except for the occasional whimper or slurp. When Jocelyn signaled and the girls all took down their feet, Ashley looked so humiliated that it looked like she might cry, but Jocelyn returned her toes to Ashley’s mouth and signaled again for the camera.

“Go on,” she said, bringing the camera close to Ashley’s face. “Suck those sweaty winner toes. You know what? I think you want these sweaty winner toes in your pussy.” She pulled her toes back again and Ashley winced, but Jocelyn just pulled off her other sock and shoved it in Ashley’s mouth. “Hold still,” she said. “Don’t fight me.”

She bent down and pulled off Ashley’s rugby shorts, and Ashley’s legs moved like jelly as they were removed. She blinked through misty eyes at the camera with the top of the sock hanging out of her mouth, and then she looked down helplessly between her legs as Jocelyn guided her foot closer.

“Haha! Oh my gosh!” Jocelyn looked at Alyssa and Kendra. “Look!” She pointed the camera at Ashley’s crotch, and at her big toe. “Look how wet she is! She likes taking winner feet in her face!” She lifted her foot again and wiped the wetness from Ashley’s pussy on her face. “She likes knowing what a pathetic loser bitch she is!”

She gave Ashley’s cheek a little tap with her toes and then returned her foot to the space between her legs. I watched Ashley’s face droop and then her eyes open as she felt Jocelyn’s toe slip inside her. Jocelyn handed the camera back to me and gestured behind her, and I went around the back of the bench and took a knee, pointing the lens of the camera underneath. Through the screen I could see Alyssa resting her toes on Ashley’s knee and Kendra rubbing hers on Jocelyn’s other leg. In between were Ashley’s thighs with Jocelyn’s foot between them, and I could see her toes disappearing into Ashley’s pussy.

“Go ahead,” Jocelyn said to the others. “Let’s get that face covered in feet again. I want her to smell dirty socks while she gets toefucked.”

Alyssa and Kendra’s feet lifted out of the frame and I saw Ashley’s shoulders slump, and I zoomed in to watch as Jocelyn slipped in another two toes, dropping her ankle and angling her foot to push deeper inside of her. Ashley moaned again, her cry muffled by Jocelyn’s sock and Alyssa and Kendra’s feet, and she reluctantly shifted her hips to allow Jocelyn’s toes to slip a little further in.

I stood up and watched the camera rise up over the four of them, and it beheld a truly pitiful sight. It was clear that Ashley was horny as she groaned and writhed under Alyssa and Kendra’s stinky socks, and she started humping against Jocelyn’s foot. When her eyes emerged as Kendra and Alyssa wiped at her face they looked pleadingly up at Jocelyn, and it was clear she wanted more.

“Hah!” Jocelyn laughed again. “Little slut,” she said, pulling her toes back and wiping them on Ashley’s jersey, across her breasts. “I think we’d better show her what the score really is.” She stood up and backed over the bench, and she went over to her duffel in the corner. Alyssa and Kendra stood up too, and Kendra picked up Jocelyn’s spare sock and tossed it at Ashley’s face. They grinned at each other and then they both looked at Jocelyn behind me, and I looked and turned the camera to see her wearing nothing but her jersey and her big, orange strapon.

“Take a good look bitch,” she said, and Ashley whimpered again into the sock in her mouth. “Get up, put your tits on the bench and stick your ass in the air.”

Ashley stood up, hunching and looking weak, and the other girls pulled off her jersey as she did as she was told. Jocelyn walked around behind her and put her hands on Ashley’s hips before resting her girlcock on top of her ass. Alyssa swung her leg over Ashley’s body and sat down between her shoulder blades, and Kendra knelt down by her face, grabbing Jocelyn’s rugby boot and holding it near her.

“What do we think? How do we fuck a loser? Should we punish her and stick it in her loser ass?” The girls laughed as Ashley moaned again and Jocelyn tapped her dildo on Ashley’s cheeks. “Nah, I think the least I can do is fuck her pussy. She played well, she deserves it.”

Jocelyn spread Ashley’s cheeks and before I knew it she had slipped it inside, Ashley’s pussy accepting it hungrily, and Alyssa grabbed her hair and shoved her face in the boot Kendra was holding.

“Sniff and get fucked, loser!” Alyssa cried, and Kendra grinned up at Jocelyn as she began pounding Ashley. Ashley’s groans got longer and longer, and then they settled into rhythmic little moans as she started bucking her hips back against Jocelyn.

“Do you like getting fucked by a winner?” Jocelyn taunted, and Ashley moaned again in earnest. “Let’s hear what she has to say. Pull that sock out of her mouth!”

Ashley’s lips mashed against each other as she closed her eyes and felt the sensation, and I could hear Jocelyn pounding. “Come on!” she cried. “Beg me to fuck you!”

“Please!” Ashley shouted instantly. “Please Jocelyn, fuck my loser pussy!”

“That’s right bitch. Now take my strapon and cum.”

Jocelyn fucked her hard, Alyssa reached down to play with her clit, and Kendra held the boot in her face. Poor Ashley was completely dominated, and she sniffed hungrily at Jocelyn’s boot, seemingly desperate for the stink. I watched her eyes roll back in her head before they closed, and then she winced, shuddered, and came.

It was quiet for a moment, and then Alyssa burst out laughing and smacked Ashley’s ass as Jocelyn pulled out. The three of them got up and stood over her as she panted softly with her eyes still closed and pressed her body against the bench. Jocelyn walked over and petted her softly on the head as she slipped the strapon past her lips.

“Clean me up. Lick that loser pussy off of my girlcock. Good girl.” Ashley sucked, and Jocelyn motioned for me to cut the video.

They rolled her over on her side and all touched her body sweetly. Jocelyn pulled her socks back on and stuck her boots and her strapon back in her duffel, trading the former for a pair of well broken in Adidas sneakers, while Alyssa put on a t-shirt and some Ugg boots and Kendra slipped back into her slides. Ashley lay there with a slight, trembling pout as the girls gathered the rest of their things, and as we all turned to leave the locker room Kendra called back over her shoulder, “Better luck next season!”

The Valkyries did win the championship that year, and the girls did have a few more celebrations at poor Ashley’s expense, especially after winning the final. Jocelyn still watches the video sometimes while she masturbates, or while I eat her pussy. Ashley never caused any more trouble for the Valkyries, least of all Jocelyn, and when the next season rolled around I saw her in the stands at the first game, wearing a Blue Valkyries t-shirt and pausing now and again to clutch her hand between her legs.


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