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As a sophomore in college, I considered myself lucky to be dating the head cheerleader. It wasn't until halfway through the semester that I found out exactly what a head cheerleader does, though.
You see, I'd been with her since the end of our summer break, and even after six months, the most play I'd gotten was a feel of her tits. Most nights, I went home with blue balls, beating my meat in the dark to thoughts of her lips around my cock.
When I pushed for a little more, a handjob, a blowjob, she shut me down.
"I don't do that," she said. "It's gross."
Maybe I should have taken that as a hint that we weren't sexually compatible. There were lots of girls into giving head. What was gross about it? But I wasn't a sexually aggressive guy. I wanted to show her I respected her.
So, I let it go. I figured she wasn't comfortable yet, and with enough time things would change.
It was Valentine's weekend when I learned the truth. It wasn't that my girlfriend didn't suck cock. It was just that she didn't suck my cock.
I thought I'd surprise her with something romantic. At this point, we trusted each other enough to have keys to our respective dorms. While she was in practice, I let myself in with a plan to leave a card and some flowers. Maybe it would score me some sexy points.
I'd only just set my gifts on her desk when I heard the door open again. In hindsight, I could have just stood there and yelled, "Surprise!"
I didn't. Instead, I quickly bolted into her closet like a moron. Only seconds later, her bedroom door opened. She was giggling and she wasn't alone. The man with her was Mr. Strickland, the softball coach. My coach, actually!
She was still dressed in her cheer uniform, looking incredibly sexy. My coach reached out and grabbed her ass.
"I've been waiting all day to push my cock down your throat, you little suck slut," he said.
"That's so gross," she snapped back. "You know I don't do that. What kind of girl do you think I am?"
At this point, I should have confronted them. The fact that he was in her dorm at all was probably enough to get him fired. Only I didn't. Something had happened when I'd heard those words come out of his mouth. My dick got hard. Suck slut?
The words had conjured a mental image, the same image I'd beat off to on so many nights. It was an image of my girlfriend sucking cock. Only this time, the image was not of my cock, but my coach's.
"Yeah. It's real gross," Coach agreed. "Only a nasty little blowjob slut sucks dick for the faculty. Now open that mouth."
My girlfriend lay on the bed and, to my utter disbelief, she opened her mouth and I watched my coach push his cock into it.
I stood there in the closet, looking through the slats, as my girlfriend moaned and took Coach's cock right down her throat. It was simultaneously the sexiest thing I'd ever seen and the most heartbreaking.
Here was the woman I thought I loved, with my fucking coach, taking this older man's dick down her throat. She'd told me it was gross, that she wouldn't do it, and here she was giving him the sloppy head I'd been fantasizing about for months.
I watched with my hard dick in my hand until Coach finished using her mouth, creaming her throat with a groan. The two of them left right after, leaving me to sneak out with the image of her cheating burned into my mind.
That night, she returned and found my gift. She thanked me by text, and we made plans to get together that night. When she showed up, she was still in her uniform, the same one she'd worn to suck my coach's dick.
She looked so hot in it, but all I could think about was coach jamming his cock down her throat.
"I was thinking," she said. "and I know you want to go further. How would you like to maybe jerk off while you look at my boobs?"
I almost laughed. Look at her boobs and jerk off? As if she hadn't just had another man's dick in her mouth only hours ago? I should have been offended.
Instead, I looked at her tits and imagined seeing them naked for the first time.
To show she was serious, she tugged up her top and gave me my first look. Almost without thinking, I pulled out my dick and started stroking.
"I know you were watching," she said as I pumped my pole.
My dick almost went limp with fright.
"I heard you breathing in the closet, and when I found the flowers, I knew you'd been there. You saw me sucking cock for your coach, didn't you?"
How could I deny it?
"Yes," I said.
"Now you know why I won't suck yours," she said.
"Why?"
"The head cheerleader's mouth belongs to the coaches," she said. "I only suck cock when they tell me to."
Rather than break up with her right then, I continued pumping my dick as it got harder. I couldn't believe it. She wasn't just sucking my coach's dick. She was sucking cock for all of the coaches?
"Football, basketball, softball, it doesn't matter. If there's a coach that wants to fuck my mouth or my throat, I let them do it. Even some of the top players as a reward. Not you, though."
"Top players?" I asked as she played with her tits and I stroked my meat.
"When I leave here tonight, I'm meeting your first baseman to suck his cock," she said.
Dan? The first baseman? I hated that guy so much! And that's when I blew my load all over my hand.
"Jesus," she said. "You really like that, don't you?"
I don't think I said I'd liked it. Just the thought of my girlfriend sucking that evil jock's dick, though, had made me cum. I didn't understand.
"Dan gets jealous," she said, "but Coach Mathews likes to record it when I suck his cock. I can probably get him to snap a few shots you can jerk off to, if you want. I'm sucking his dick tomorrow morning before practice."
I couldn't believe this. My girlfriend was offering to send me pics of her sucking off another man. To jerk off with no less.
"But... what about me?" I asked.
"Are you a coach or a top player?" she asked.
I wasn't. I was middling at best.
"No but... you're my girlfriend!"
"That's why I'm offering to get you some pics," she said, as though this were completely normal. "I like you, or I wouldn't be here."
If I hadn't been a wimp, I suppose I'd have left her right then. Something inside me, though, couldn't let it go. She looked so hot with dick in her mouth. Even it if wasn't my dick. I wanted to see it again.
I burned with shame, but I nodded my head and said, "Okay."
The next morning, while I was in class, my phone buzzed. It was a message from her.
The message had a few photos, and in them, she was sucking cock for the basketball coach.
"He likes me to call him Daddy," read the caption.
In the photos, she was dressed in a slutty top, and the coach had his fat dick buried in her throat.
That afternoon, it was another message. I didn't know who the guy was, but he was straddling my girlfriend's chest and pushing his cock in her mouth. She looked so hot.
As soon as I got home that night, I beat off to the photos, cumming in shame.
I never did get her to suck my dick. Even after college, when I asked her to marry me, she never would suck it.
"It's gross," she said. "I don't do that."
But a few times a week, I still get a message, and with it comes pictures. The pictures are of my wife, sucking cock for other men.