The little time Avery spent at home, she spent it on her bed flipping through gossip magazines with an obsessive focus on the celebrities’ noses. Her dopamine release was finding popular actresses and models with little upturn noses and more prominent nostrils similar to hers. Natalie Dormer was the star of her cutout collage. She tried to emulate her brunette look with blonde highlights, her eye-popping makeup, and her cheeky smile. In some articles, the actress admitted to being bullied in high school because of her nose. If she ever met her idol, Avery wanted to ask her at what age did boys stop poking their penises up her nose holes.
“It’s not going in…” a player in red and grey football gear replied to the jeers of the impatient line behind him. The head of his cock was ten times the size of the hole it was attempting to penetrate and the spongy flesh had already reached its compression limit at the entrance.
“Don’t act like your dick is special,” the coach told him, looking at his watch. “Put your weight into it and it’ll stretch out. I’m sure the boys have already told you the deal: nobody steps on or off that field without filling the piggy, even on practice days. We haven’t lost a game all season and I’ll be damned if I let a rookie jinx it.”
“Hnnnngh!” That was Avery, the piggy whose nose was being filled. Head tilted back, the intense pressure on her left nostril wasn’t so much painful as it was intensely uncomfortable and unsettling. The new guy was maybe a little bigger than average but the coach was right; it was nothing she had not handled before. Every penis was a struggle for her nose. It took strength to bend the cartilage around a cock nearly as thick as her wrist and the new guy must have been needlessly worried about her well-being.
The Santa Ana Monarchs had a spare cheerleader that never made it out on the field. She got dressed in her short red and grey outfit and matching panties every day but stayed in the locker room on her knees for the pre-game ritual, the two half-time rituals, and the post-game ritual. They had recently started using her before and after practices too.
Filling the Piggy was a tradition that started after someone from the football team was teased in the showers for having a small penis. They joked it was so small, a girl would only feel it if he had sex with her nose. Avery’s name naturally came up and the joke turned into a dare which cost Avery her nasal virginity. That would have been the end of it had the boy not broken the school rushing yard record that very evening. Being recruited by the cheerleader squad at the insistence of the football coach was Avery’s highest high, quickly followed by her lowest low when she learned why.
“I think it’s starting to…, it’s so tight…” The rookie had a much better technique now with the top of Avery’s head firmly held in his interlocked fingers. The pre-game cocks lacked the jockstrap sweat that acted as a weak lubricant and the first dry cock of the day had to breach a bone-dry hole on top of it all. The coach knew that and probably asked his new player to go first as a rite of passage.
More and more of the cock’s head was cramming itself in the cheerleader’s nose with the flex of the boy’s powerful biceps. Any moment now it would…. sluurrrsh. The nostril finally swallowed the cock head and its owner looked around, proudly searching for validation but only meeting the gaze of teammates that had performed the same feat hundreds of times before. And that wasn’t even the hard part; now he was working against the intense suction of her nasal cavity.
Avery couldn’t do anything to help until her nose canal gave birth to a cock at the back of her throat. Then the barbell piercing of her folded tongue could caress the shaft while her throat massaged the head. Most guys filled the piggy this way, like a limited, air-tight blowjob. It was Avery’s preferred method too, but sometimes for mysterious boy reasons, they preferred fucking her nose like the asshole of a girl they were mad at. It was hard enough to breathe with a cock in her nose, getting her throat gagged did not help. She didn’t have a say in the matter so Avery just rolled with the good days and the bad days.
The poor newbie was being shouted at to hurry up and his cock holster did not have a chance to demonstrate to him the peaceful alternative. The cock head that erupted into her oral cavity bore straight down the throat. He slammed his cock with full force so deep, his crotched pressed against Avery’s battered nose and she now had to taste the air filtered through a ball sack shoved against her mouth. The boy shook Avery’s head like a magic 8-ball until she blacked out then shot a half-dozen spurts of man-yogurt against her soft palate.
“Help! I’m stuck! I’m stuck!” The recruit was discovering it was just as hard to pull out if you didn’t wait for your cock to deflate, and panicking exacerbated an already delicate situation.
“Wheeeehhhnnng, hggggnnng!” It was a rude awakening for Avery. She wasn’t intentionally making pig noises (she knew how it did not help with the association), but she couldn’t control the sounds she made with sinuses ready to turn inside out.
With a loud pop of white champagne foam, the cock burst free and Avery tried to snort back into her slowly shrinking nostril as much of the seminal leftovers pooling on her upper lip before a new cock rammed itself in the same abused passage. It was another big one, but her nostril was moist and already flared.
The newbie had wasted too much time; nobody had the patience to let Avery work her tongue that morning. She couldn’t remember the last time every single player in the 46-man lineup opted to violently jam the nose-to-throat tunnel instead of letting the warmth of her skull, the massage of her tongue, and the tickling of the metal ball work them to a gentle orgasm. She wondered if Natalie Dormer ever had days like this.
With teary eyes and a swollen, red nostril, Avery patiently waited on the bench for the coach to give the players their instructions for this morning’s practice. It was because of him that players always stuck to destroying the same side of her nose; their coach did not like sloppy seconds and wanted his own private hole… even it all connected rather quickly once inside.
“Alright, little piggy. We’re going to need some extra luck for the playoffs next week, so that means overtime for that magic nose of yours,” the coach told Avery after his players left the changing room. He took off his shorts and sat down next to her on the bench. He was fat, bald, and lazy; clearly, all his manhood points had been spent on his penis. Exercise would have done him some good, yet Avery would be the one doing all the work while he played a mindless matching game on his phone.
“The guys are really fired up today,” the cheerleader said, trading the bench for the cold floor, face inches from his belly. The pendulum between his legs, not yet erect, was already bigger than any of the players’. Avery took the sausage in her hands, the coach’s phone blocking her wince of disgust, and performed an unenthusiastic handjob until it inflated to the height of her nose.
“Yeah, the plan is to do triple practices; keep your nose filled and their spirits high.” He ran his fingers in her hair without helping her push.
With puckered lips at the edge of her face, Avery had lined up her nostril with the peehole and was smelling the inside of a cock while docking its tip. It was still growing. “I’ve been missing a lot of school…” she started saying with a nasally voice before getting interrupted.
“Don’t worry, I sorted it out with the teachers. You’ll get passing grades. Now can you use your mouth less and your nose more. I have to go out there eventually and I want to fill the piggy at least three times.”
“OK, coach.” Avery sighed with her one functional nostril. She had more than just passing grades before she became a full-time cheerleader. She grabbed the underside of the bench and forced her head toward the hard cock, nose-first.
“God, just as tight as the first time. That’s what I like best about a good nose fuck. Well, that and having a warm place to put my balls, hey? Hahaha!”
Avery rolled her eyes.
“Oh yeah, you almost got it… There we go! Good girl.”
Avery took a moment to recover from the large cock head that breached her skull until a few pats on her head let her know she was taking too long of a break. In slow but steady progress, she took the entire length deep in her throat until the coach’s wrinkly testicles were available to lick, swallow, and gargle. With the cock taking a shortcut to her throat, the girl’s mouth was free to service his sperm factories until they overflowed down the hatch… four times.
The Monarchs ended up winning the state championship that year and the legend of the lucky piggy spread far and wide. When she finally did meet Natalie Dormer who was in town for a film festival, Avery didn’t get a chance to ask her burning question; the actress immediately shoved a strap-on dildo up her nose for good luck before the award ceremony.