Chapter 1 - The Initiation

CHAPTER 1: THE INITIATION

"They got one!" Bonga shouted. "The freshers finally got one!" he repeated as he walked into my room, where he found me getting my cock sucked by some woman with a copper-red weave whose name I couldn't remember. In her surprise she tried to take my cock out of her mouth, but I put my hand on the back of her head, and she resumed sucking. Women love rugby boys.

Bonga paused, watched for a second, then left the room to continue his announcement. All I could do was smile. One of our team traditions, going back decades, is for the first-years to go out and bring a hot MILF back to the Rugby House to be our team fuck toy at our annual Initiation costume party.

I know, most teams make the first-years do embarrassing things in public, and we did that too. But as perennial Varsity Cup contenders, we held ourselves to higher standards. The kicker was, the MILF had to be hot. We had a sign by the front door of the Rugby House that read "No Uglies Allowed" and we rarely had to enforce it. The only two rules were that the woman had to be over thirty and preferably married. She didn't necessarily have to be someone's mother.

An added incentive to bringing back the hottest woman they could find was that the first-years were the first to fuck the MILF, and they had to cum inside her. Occasionally a player would lose his virginity in front of his teammates. There were six freshers this year, so the odds of one of them losing his v-card were pretty high. A few years ago, before my time, one of the assistant coaches who had just got divorced joined in. He landed a head coach job not long after.

The first-years were followed by the rest of the team, twenty-one of us, pumping the slut full of cum too, if we had anything left from banging the res girls beforehand. Our Initiation party was as wild as any party in Stellenbosch, and there was never a shortage of jersey chasers — that's what we called the girls who hunted rugby players.

I got a late start to the day. I think I cracked my first Castle around 6pm and had a blonde, who I couldn't pick out of an ID parade, in my bed before eight. It wasn't even an hour after I finished with her that I found the redhead who was currently sucking my cock with great enthusiasm. Either she was too drunk to notice that my cock tasted like pussy, or she was so into me that she didn't care.

The rookies were late. Well, it seemed that way. They were supposed to have the MILF here by midnight, so I figured they had failed. They wouldn't be the first class to do so, and they definitely wouldn't be the last.

I could hear them talking outside my bedroom, the only one on the main floor of the house. The other four were upstairs. I only caught bits and pieces over the amapiano thumping through the walls, but I could tell they were proud of themselves.

Bonga opened my door again — the redhead didn't even notice this time — and said, "Bro, Lucky is bragging about dethroning you. I don't know if he has, but you're gonna be impressed."

Keep in mind that I was sort of a legend. I had set the bar insanely high in my first year when I brought back the ultimate MILF. I scored the Vice-Chancellor's wife, Mrs Baleni, then fucked her ass in front of everyone. I was instantly a god amongst boys, and I sure as hell wasn't going to be challenged like that.

"I'll be there in a minute," I told him.

"Take your time. They haven't even started on her yet," Bonga chuckled, leaving me alone with the redhead who sucked cock like a champ. My plan was to fuck her, but as long as she wanted to work, I was going to let her.

This chick was really into it and very experienced. Once I settled back into her rhythm, I focused on the pleasure she was giving me, and I could feel my balls about to erupt. When I was younger I would warn the ladies when I was about to cum, but I had really come to enjoy shooting my load onto their faces. I had mastered the art of pulling out the millisecond before, leaving them no time to respond. The look of shock as my cum splattered across a jersey chaser's face was always a turn-on for me.

I was just a few seconds away from cumming, so I slyly readied myself. I slid my cock out of her mouth just as the first stream of cum shot out, hitting her just below her eye. She gasped as the second stream went into her open mouth. My third and final stream nearly went up her nose.

Like most jersey chasers, she didn't freak out. Instead, she took my cock back in her mouth and sucked what was left from me. A minute later she pulled off my cock, sat back on her haunches, and wiped the cum off her face with her fingers before sucking them dry.

"You could have warned me," she said flatly.

"Maybe next time." I shrugged. More than likely, there wouldn't be a next time.

"There better be a next time," she said, as if she knew what I was thinking.

"Of course, Palesa," I nodded, not meaning it.

"It's Puleng," she replied, clearly pissed that I didn't know her name.

Instead of apologising, I simply asked, "You sure? I could've sworn it was Palesa."

"I think I know my own name," she snapped as she stood.

"Sorry." I shrugged, not feeling an ounce of guilt. Maybe I was a little drunk. But more than likely I just honestly didn't care. Besides, the gangbang was just getting underway.

"You're an asshole," the redhead said as she stormed out of my room.

There will definitely be a next time now, simply to prove a point.

I pulled my pants back on, finished my beer, and headed for the living room. This is where the gangbang had been taking place since one player's old man had the house built back in the seventies.

I WhatsApped Bonga: "Nobody gets to fuck her ass before me."

As soon as I hit send my stepsister called, so I answered. "Hey, what's up?"

"Mom's not home," she said frantically.

My stepsister, Sbahle, was a first-year at Maties but still lived at home with my dad and her mom. I guess I could have lived there too, but times like these made me glad I didn't. Living at the Rugby House gave me a lot of freedom, especially when I needed to get laid.

"She's an adult. So are you. You'll be fine."

"It's almost midnight!" she pointed out the obvious.

"Where'd she say she was going?" I asked, trying to calm her down. It didn't help that I lost my mom almost twelve years ago in a car accident late at night. It took Dad three years to start dating again, and he quickly married Nomsa, my stepmom, who had a six-year-old daughter.

"Out with friends. Some costume party," Sbahle answered.

"Then I'm sure she's fine." I tried to convince her, but we both knew Nomsa wasn't a night owl.

"She isn't answering her phone," she continued.

"Did you call Dad?" I asked.

"Yeah…"

"And?" I asked, looking for more than that.

"He said not to worry, he'd just talked to her an hour ago," Sbahle explained.

"See. She's at a party and probably can't hear her phone," I suggested.

"Her costume didn't have anywhere to put her phone."

"Then she left it in the car. I don't know."

Nomsa was a legal secretary at my dad's firm and was always dressed conservatively. She had huge tits, perfect curves, and an amazing ass. So, working at a law firm, she had to cover things well. But I've seen her in a bikini on family holidays at the coast, and I know it's a bit taboo to think about her that way, but she's my stepmom and I'm a red-blooded man. Of course the thought of fucking her had crossed my mind more than once.

"What was she wearing?" I asked.

"You wouldn't believe it," Sbahle said.

"Just tell me." I sighed, hating how dramatic my sister was being.

"A school uniform," she revealed. "A really naughty one."

"Bullshit," I said, imagining my smoke-show of a stepmom in such an outfit. I couldn't tell you how many times I'd jerked off fantasising about filling her like a sperm bank.

"Plaid skirt, a size-too-small white blouse, and thigh-high stockings she borrowed from me," Sbahle continued.

The thought that my eighteen-year-old stepsister owned thigh-high stockings quickly made my already growing cock completely erect. Sbahle was cute in a nerdy sort of way. She had her mom's body but had no idea how to show it off.

"Okay…" was all I could manage with those thoughts in my head.

"Well, what are we going to do?" she asked curtly.

I was horny as hell, and the thought of my sexy stepmom wearing a school uniform with thigh-high stockings was a major turn-on. I just wanted to go bang the MILF slut the freshers had brought back.

"Look, I'm out for a walk. Give me half an hour, and if she still isn't home we'll come up with a plan to find her."

"Fine," Sbahle said reluctantly. "But I'm really worried."

"It's Mom. She's the most responsible person we know. She's fine." I tried to reassure my stepsister, confident in my statement.

"You're probably right."

"You know, you're gonna make a great nagging wife one day," I joked.

"Bite me," she responded before hanging up.

With six freshers this season, I figured it would be a while before the rest of the team got their turn on the slut. I stepped into the dimly lit living room and saw my teammates banging a woman from behind.

"That ass is all yours," Lucky said, greeting me completely naked.

"Already got yours?" I asked the first-year.

"Sure did. Pumped that pussy full of cum." He nodded and handed me a bottle of lube.

"Always keep lube handy?" I laughed.

"My old man always taught me to be prepared."

"Apparently." I shook my head as I dropped my pants to the floor.

Porkie, our hooker Tebogo Tau, had just pulled out of her, and both her holes were available to me. The lighting was shitty, so I couldn't get a good look at her face, which was blindfolded. The blindfold had also become a tradition in the last few years. After we fucked the Vice-Chancellor's wife senseless, we didn't want our fuck toy to see what was coming, or from who.

I could tell her body was amazing, though. A brunette with lighter streaks through her weave, huge tits that swung back and forth as she bobbed on AB Sokhela's cock, and a big ass that was begging for my cock. I moved in behind her, lubed her ass and said, "Hope you like it in the ass, slut."

There was a muffled response, but AB was fucking her face so roughly I couldn't tell what she said. So I decided it was a yes. I lubed my rock-hard cock and slowly slid it into her tight ass. As far as asses go, it was amazing. So tight, so warm, and so taboo. It was the way that made me cum the fastest.

All seventeen centimetres of my cock disappeared between her ass cheeks, and it became obvious that she'd never had a cock there. That, or it had just been a very long time. Her body tensed as she whimpered while AB continued to fuck her face.

When I had reached my full depth, I paused to savour the moment and allow her to adjust to my size. Then I began to slowly fuck her. I love getting an ass loose before I let loose and really fuck it. Anal virgins always focus on the pain first, but once I get them ready, they eventually get into it and love it. A lot of women, so I've learned through experience, really start to crave getting their ass fucked once they've done it.

AB looked up at me and winked before grunting and shooting his load down the MILF's throat. I chuckled. "At least warn her."

He just shrugged as he pulled her blindfold off and said, "This slut is an insatiable cum guzzler."

Lucky, who was smiling from ear to ear, added, "I knew she was the one when she blew me in the bathroom at the bar."

"And me in the back of the car on the way here," Bonga, who'd ridden with them, added.

"Damn. She is a wild one," I agreed as the MILF began bouncing back on my cock.

"And she loves getting that ass fucked!" another voice said from behind me.

"That's right, slut. Take my cock," I grunted as I reached forward for her streaked weave.

"Fuuuuck," she whimpered as she slammed back into me. My brain glitched for a moment, thinking I knew that voice.

Suddenly a familiar ringtone came from her phone in her handbag, and I froze in realisation. That was Nomsa's handbag. That was Nomsa's phone ringing. Sbahle said she left the house in a naughty school uniform.

I was ass fucking my stepmom.