The Amazonian Blowjob: How I Became an Unofficial Member of My Girlfriend’s Volleyball Team [M/FFFFFF] [Blowbang] [Gentle Femdom]

In the three months that my girlfriend Jenna and I have been dating, she has gone from a rookie benchwarmer to the leading scorer on her college volleyball team. It’s been awesome getting to watch her rise to stardom and cheer her on from the stands.

You should know up front that I definitely have a thing for tall athletic women, and Jenna is no exception. She’s just shy of being 6 feet tall so if we’re standing side by side, we’re standing eye to eye.

Her body is strong and toned, though she has generous curves in all the right places. I love seeing her thick ass in tight volleyball shorts and watching her tits defy both gravity and her sports bra every time she jumps to spike the ball.

There’s also something incredible about sleeping with a star athlete. The sex we have after she has scored the game-winning points in multiple matches is fucking phenomenal.

As Jenna and her teammates have crushed more of their opponents leading up to the big championship though, our relationship has taken an interesting turn. The team has started including me in what you might call a “pre-game ritual.”

To sum it up, I lick the pussies of all six starting players.

Or, more accurately, they fuck my mouth. I know it sounds weird, but let me explain.

It started with Jenna making an offhand comment to a few of her close friends on the team about how she plays better after I do what we affectionately call the “Amazonian Blowjob.”

Basically I get on my knees in front of her while she is naked. Our proportions line up perfectly so my mouth is right at the same level as her pussy. She takes my head in her hands, holds it against her body, and grinds her clit against my tongue until she cums.

(Sometimes the Amazonian Blowjob escalates and she guides me to the floor on my back, and she rides my face. Other times it’s reciprocal, followed by a stellar blowjob for me.)

As someone who doesn’t believe in luck—good or bad—I know Jenna would be awesome regardless of whether I ate her out before her games. But a few weeks ago, I learned athletes are more superstitious than the average person.

“Okay, I this is going to sound weird, but some of my teammates have an interesting … um … request,” Jenna said over dinner in my apartment.

I expected her to say something like, “They want you to stop taking your shirt off and waving it around while shouting things about the other team’s mothers.” In my defense, I’ve only done that twice …

“So, I may or may not have told them about the Amazonian Blowjob … “ she continued.

I instantly looked up from my plate to see my girlfriend blushing brightly, something that I’ve honestly never seen. She is normally calm, cool, and collected.

“Wait, wait–what? How did it come up?” I replied eagerly, hoping to hear that the topic of their conversation was the best sex they’ve ever had.

“We were just talking about how we get ready for games–get in the right mindset to play, you know? And it just sort of … came up.” Jenna had an embarrassed smirk on her face like she was withholding the most interesting part of the conversation.

“So, uh, what’s their ‘request’?”

“The other girls were really … I guess … intrigued. Y’know, since I’ve been playing so well. And they were wondering … if … if you’d do it to them.”

I dropped my fork. “Wait, the *whole* volleyball team wants me to eat them out!?” I could have sworn she was going to start laughing at her own made-up scenario at any moment. But she didn’t.

“No, no … just starters. I know this sounds crazy, but they think it’s what gives me an edge and they—I guess—want to see if it helps them too.”

My brain stalled for a moment as I pictured myself giving Amazonian Blowjobs to the other five starters, all of whom are physically clones of Jenna. I instantly felt my dick get hard under the table.

“Do not feel pressured to say yes at all,” she said quickly, almost apologizing. “I said you’d probably have to thin-”

“Yes,” I interrupted. “Absolutely. I will take one for the team and make this happen.”

“You will!?” Jenna said with a big smile. “Are you sure? I really don’t want to make it awkward or mess up the good thing we have going … “

“As long as you’re okay with it, I’m completely down,” I said.

“Fuck yeah,” she said triumphantly. She may or may not have given me a high five across the table. I felt like I had just been recruited to the women’s volleyball team.

The next evening was a pivotal game against our biggest rivals, so the starters were eager to test our new lucky ritual. Jenna snuck me into an equipment closet just down the hall from the locker room an hour before they were supposed to report to their coach.

To be honest, I was a little nervous. I’d never done anything sexual with more than one person at a time, let alone six volleyball players. Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long.

A few minutes later, Jenna and five other tall, beautiful women snuck quietly into the small room and circled up around me. They were wearing a mixture of sports bras, leggings, sweatpants, and volleyball shorts. I felt like I was about to star in the porn parody of a Nike ad.

On the ladies’ faces was a mixture of excitement, nervousness, and horniness. The same could probably have been said for me. But there was a powerful energy in the air and Jenna seized it. Just like on the court, she became the leader and rallied the team.

“Alright girls, I am gonna go first to show you how it’s done,” Jenna said with a determined voice. Then she looked at me. “If you want to stop at any point, just let us know, okay babe?”

I nodded with a big smile. “Thanks, I think I’ll be good though. I’m just happy to do anything that helps you guys win.”

This little interaction seemed to diffuse the nervousness in the room, and Jenna’s teammates were all smiling back at me. One even gave me a pat on the back, which I took as my cue to kneel down.

Jenna had grabbed an extra towel from the locker room and I put it under my knees. I looked up at my girlfriend in all her glory—the only light in the equipment closet was a bare bulb positioned just above her head, and from where I was, little yellow rays radiated from behind her dark brown ponytail.

She looked like a fierce warrior goddess, and I was ready to worship her.

Jenna pulled down her shorts to the knee and stepped right in front of me. She had shaved completely the day before, and her bare pussy was just inches from my face. She gave me a wink and gently put her hands on the back of my head before pulling me against her.

I kissed just below her bellybutton and then got to work. I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go between her warm, wet lips. Jenna began rocking her hips, and her breathing changed instantly.

Part of me thinks she likes getting tonguefucked in front of her teammates, like it’s some kind of bonding experience. I think they like watching too. Jenna had obviously described this particular way I made her feel good, but they were getting to see an Amazonian Blowjob firsthand.

It is something to behold, if I say so myself.

After a minute or two, I felt Jenna’s cum running down my chin. I’m glad I was kneeling on a towel, because a trickle of her juices and my spit began to fall to the floor.

When Jenna moaned, grasped my head tighter, and really pressed her clit against my mouth, I knew she was close. “Ffff-fuck yesssssssss,” she whispered when she finished, careful not to make enough noise that someone outside could hear.

“Fuck, Jen, you weren’t kidding,” I heard someone say. “His tongue game *is* strong! Let me hit it next … “

The next 30 minutes was a beautiful blur of different skin tones, pubic hair styles, and labia shapes. All five of Jenna’s teammates tasted sweet on my tongue. Every clit was warm and throbbing by the time I was done, and they all seemed very appreciative.

Not gonna lie though, my tongue and jaw were sore by the time the players filed out of the closet and headed to the locker room. I was relieved when Krista—the last of Jenna’s teammates to fuck my face—finally climaxed. I licked the extra cum from her quivering pussy before she pulled up her yoga pants, gave me a high five, and headed for the door on shaky legs.

Jenna and I were alone in the closet then, and she helped me to my feet with a big smile on her face. Her cheeks were flushed too, like it sometimes looked during intense games. Though this time it was because she was turned on.

“You’re the best,” she said while using another clean towel to wipe six orgasms’ worth of cum off my face. “I really can’t wait to see how we all play!”

“Me either!” I said cheerfully. “I’m going to get a drink from the concession stand and find a seat … you probably need to head to the locker room.”

Jenna nodded and gave me a kiss on the cheek. We turned out the light and snuck out of there undetected, both high on endorphins from what we’d just done.

During their big game, I didn’t have the energy to tear my shirt off and yell mean things about the other team’s fans. I totally could have though … Jenna and her teammates obliterated their opponents. I just sat in the stands with a silly, satisfied grin on my face and watched as the ladies set an all-time scoring record.

When the buzzer went off at the end of the game, Jenna and her teammates went wild. I’m pretty sure their coach was a bit confused when all her starters proceeded to come give me a hug after they finished celebrating on the court, but in the moment it felt completely right.

In that moment, surrounded by Jenna and five other beautiful Amazons, I think I felt myself becoming more superstitious …

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