The First Woman in College Football [Part 1?]

“You got that? Now go hit someone!” Emily’s coach slapped her helmet as the defense ran onto the field for the first possession of the game. This was the first game of the season, and the stadium was packed. Normally, almost nobody came to the games, but this was different. Everybody knew that a woman was playing this game. While there had been women in JUCO football before, they had all been kickers. Emily played safety: one of the most physical positions on the field.

Not only were the stands filled with students and residents of the town; around a dozen TV networks were filming the game, and it was broadcast on live television, the first JUCO football game to do so. A woman playing football was seen as a watershed moment for many, and had attracted national attention. Many wondered if she would succeed.

Emily’s playing style had also garnered much attention online. Clips of her hitting opponents in the nuts as she tackled them, or grabbing their nuts to drag them to the ground, had gone viral online. These clips were of her high school games. When they had happened, only people in her school and the teams they played knew about it. But now she was a minor internet celebrity, and she was struggling to deal with the attention. Luckily, almost all of the football team were boys who had gone to the same high school as her, and either played with her or watched her play. They had accepted her play style, and provided her with emotional support throughout all the attention.

So Emily was comfortable and focused on football as she stepped onto the field for her first play of JUCO football. And she had to be, because the opposing team had a player that required attention. Their quarterback, Jackson Homes, was the number 1 ranked JUCO quarterback in the nation. The year prior he was a five star recruit for Oregon, but he had some off the field issues and got suspended. Now he was in JUCO, looking for redemption so he could get back to the division 1 level.

His confidence was obvious as he walked onto the field. He was 6’4” with a lean, muscular physique. He strutted with swagger, as if the whole game was beneath him. His pants clung tight to his bulge, which flopped up and down slightly as he walked. Emily found it slightly distracting. *That might be the biggest bulge I’ve ever seen… Is he soft? s*he thought, before realizing that Jackson was staring right at her with a smirk on his face. She shook her head and focused on the play again.

Jackson lined up in the gun with one running back to his side. He didn’t waste any time to snap the ball.

“**Ready… Ready-set-hut!”** and the ball was snapped as the entire line shifted to the left. Emily broke to her left as both the quarterback and running back sprinted toward the edge—an option play. The outside linebacker broke toward the quarterback, and he pitched it to the running back. Emily had a clear path toward the running back. She was going to reach him before he got out of bounds. *I’m gonna tear his fucking balls o-- CRACK!*

The back of Emily’s head slammed against the ground before she realized what had happened. As she regained her senses, she saw Jackson standing over him with a smirk on his face again. But this one was wider and even more demeaning. And his bulge was directly above her. She could see the outline of his cock and balls. *Is that a vein?* She thought before she snapped back to reality. She bolted to her feet to hit Jackson back, but he was already too far, and the play was over as the refs blew the whistle.

She walked back to the huddle as her mind stirred. *Fucking asshole. No way he would have done that if I was a man. He would never throw a block, he’s a fucking star quarterback! And now that’s on TV. And it’ll be all over the internet. I’m gonna be a fucking joke.*

She realized her entire team was looking at her in the huddle. “Are you okay?” somebody asked. She turned to the linebackers.

“If that happens again, break on the running back. He’s fucking *mine.”*

“Emily, are you—”

“HE’S MINE!” she shouted, and the team was silent for a few seconds.\\

“Okay, same play. Let’s stop them this time. Break!”

The defense took their positions, and the offense did the same. They were lined up in the same formation. They had gotten a first down on the last play. They might run it again.

“**Ready… Ready-set-hut!”** and the offense broke to the left again. It was the same play! Emily broke toward the edge to cut the quarterback off. The linebacker ran toward the running back, and Jackson kept the ball. Emily balled her fist so she could crush his balls with a punch as she tackled him.

But as she approached, something she never expected happened. She was about a yard away when Jackson jumped into the air trying to hurdle her. His legs were apart, and his huge package was directly in front of her face. This was a golden opportunity. She broke the first rule they teach you about tackling: to never use your helmet as a weapon. Emily lowered her head, and as she ran full speed she thrust the crown of her helmet into Jackson’s manhood, crushing his balls into his pelvis.

***PO-POP!***

The pops were absurdly loud, as if two balloons had popped. The entire stadium must have heard them. Jackson and Emily tumbled to the ground, and she ended up laying on top of him.

“O-o-oooh. Gh-gh-gh- *Ghooo! AH! AGH Ohhhkgkg!”* Jackson writhed on the ground as he made incomprehensible noises. Emily stood and watched him in shock, as she realized the entire stadium was silent. Except for Jackson, of course. “*Oh my – Ohhhhhh! Aghhgh! M-m-m-m-y…..”* Everybody understood what had happened, but nobody knew what to do. There were definitely two pops. And they were *loud.* There was no coming back from that.

Everybody continued to stare as Jackson writhed on the ground and continued making guttural moans of agony. Emily realized her pussy was getting quite wet, and her flustered feeling was not only due to the uncomfortable nature of what had just happened. She was *aroused.* *I… I just castrated him… on live TV…*

The silence (except for Jackson) was broken as a small blonde girl came running onto the field. “Jackson! Jackson! Are you okay?” She knelt beside him and tried to place her hand on him, but Jackson could not stop writhing back and forth in agony. “What the fuck did you do?!” she yelled as she stared at Emily with venom. “And where are the trainers? He needs help!”

*This must be Jackson’s girlfriend.* It was clear she had a personal attachment to his genitals. One of the trainer’s of the other team, a woman, came running up to Jackson with a first aid kit, and knelt beside him. “Honey, I’m gonna need you to step away.” Cameras were enclosing on the scene, and Emily realized how monumental this was going to be. This would be everywhere. National news, TikTok, every media outlet. Nobody would be talking about anything else. A few cameras were pointed directly at her. She could feel how red her face was as she stared at the ex-man on the ground. *Maybe they can’t tell I’m aroused. Maybe they think I feel bad for him?*

“Is he gonna be okay?” the girlfriend asked. The trainer looked at her sympathetically.

“Honey, you heard what I did. They’re gone.” The girl looked shocked and tears started rolling down her face. “But maybe they can save his penis? And he could get prosthetic balls…” She looked at the girl with pity, who glared up at her, as if the prospect of her dating a man with fake balls was offensive.

Jackson’s agony was beginning to become manageable, and the trainer grabbed his pants at the sides to pull them off. “Wait!” Jackson managed to yelp as he glanced around at the cameras.

“Sorry, I gotta check,” she said as she tugged his pants down, bringing his jockstrap down with them. He was completely exposed. His limp penis was still quite impressive, and it was clear it was unscathed. It looked around 7 inches, but the sack below it was pathetic. Some mush was visible, but it was clear his balls were completely obliterated. Dozens of groans were let out as almost all of the men turned away from the scene. The few that stayed were paralyzed with shock. Jackson’s girlfriend gasped and started sobbing uncontrollably.

The news cameras got even closer, focusing on Jackson’s castrated genitalia. They were documenting the evidence of what had happened. At the site of his empty scrotum and large, limp penis, Emily’s arousal became overwhelming, and she starting rubbing her legs together to stimulate her pussy. She also let out a few involuntary moans as she pleasured herself. She noticed more cameras focused on her, but she couldn’t stop herself. She tried to disguise her moans as cries of pity for the eunuch.

Jackson had regained most of his senses, but was near-hyperventilating as he looked down at his empty sack. “A-am I g-g-g-gonna b-be okay?” he asked the trainer as he looked into her eyes, pleading with innocence and agony. She grabbed his sack and rubbed her fingers together on it. Jackson felt no pain from this, and he understood what that meant.

“Sorry hun. Your balls are gone.”

At this, Emily could not contain her orgasm. She moaned loudly as her jockstrap was soaked, absorbing the fluids. Emily was grateful they would not be visible on her pants, but she could not imagine anybody would mistake that for a cry of anguish.

Finally, the ambulance on standby arrived on the field, and some paramedics brought out a stretcher. Emily realized that many boys were throwing up on the field. Jackson was loaded into the ambulance and driven away. Nobody knew what to say, and everybody just stood around awkwardly.

A reporter with a microphone approached Emily, along with a cameraman. “Did you crush Jackson Homes’ testicles on purpose, ma’am?” the woman asked. Emily was shocked, and didn’t know what to say. Luckily, her coach got in between her and the reporter just in time.

“We’re not taking questions right now. Team, back into the locker room!”

The teams headed back into their respective locker rooms, and after around 5 minutes of more awkward silence, their head coach came back. “The other team has decided to forfeit the game. Their players are… a little too scared to continue,” he said as he smirked at Emily.

Emily had spent the last few minutes in terror of the consequences of what she had done. But her coach did not seem angry with her. He seemed… proud. A few of her teammates snickered at the comment, and the team began undressing to get ready to go home. Everybody acted like it was the end of a regular game.

That night, Emily’s phone was bombarded with messages. Some concerned for her, some laughing at the ordeal, and some viciously angry at her for what she had done. But Emily turned notifications off and scrolled through various social media apps and news outlets, all with different videos and commentary on the castration. She didn’t count, but she was sure she set her record for most orgasms in one day that night. She listened to his cries, and looked at the different angles of his empty sack. She found a gif of the sound of the pops on repeat. She found women laughing at the matter. She saw men horrified. She saw some people arguing if there should be rule changes to prevent this. With every post and article she saw, her arousal was reignited, and she would start rubbing her clit again. She felt no guilt whatsoever about what had happened. She tried to rationalize it. *He was an asshole. He deserved it*, she thought. But she knew that wasn’t true. He didn’t deserve to be castrated for blocking her. That was part of the game. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t feel bad for him. Every time she thought about it, she simply became too horny not to masturbate again.

Eventually, she was worn out and decided to go to sleep. As she drifted off, she thought not of Jackson and his fate in the hospital, but of the future. Would she do this again? It seemed like a good way to win games. And it was only one step above the ball busting she had been doing before. Who knows how far she could go if she could do this consistently? Would other women be inspired to play football? She didn’t know, but she fell asleep feeling great satisfaction and pride. She was a pioneer of the game, and she knew it.

**Postscript**

I hope you enjoyed the story. I have thoughts of turning this into a series, so let me know if that is something you'd enjoy. I think there are a lot of opportunities for Emily at all levels of football...