0 comments/ 56352 views/ 2 favorites The Locker Room By: Omniangel "What a day, Ziegfried! It was unreal!" I was ecstatic, but I wasn't sure if my feline pet cared. He stared lazily up at me as I walked in the door, recklessly tossing my keys over the hotel room table and onto the floor. "I fucked Trish Stratus, Zieg! And I was better than I have been in years, might I add." I was grinning down at the furry critter like a total idiot, but that's the great thing about your pets: they really don't care how stupid you can be. He just trotted over to his food dish as if it were just another day. Didn't he realize I had just screwed one of the most beautiful women in the 'sports entertainment' industry? The half-hearted purr he emitted seemed to confirm that he didn't. In case you missed my exploits (for shame), I had recently attempted a shower rape of the delectable Ms. Stratus during my regular work day as one of the lowly WWF crewmen. Not only did the attempt go as I had planned, she had actually ENJOYED the whole she-bang (no pun intended)! Afterwards, we had dressed and talked like any two normal adults. She even invited me out for dinner on one of her off-days, as crazy as that sounds. I was lucky not to get hauled off to jail, frankly. After feeding Ziegfried and preparing a simple meal for myself, I headed to bed. Dragging steel bars and heavy cable for Vince McMahon all day made you kinda tired, or so 2 years of doing so had taught me. As I lay awake, I imagined the possibilities for the 'Smackdown!' taping the following evening. Should I surprise Trish again or attempt a whole new WWF starlet conquest? My newfound attitude of live-for-the-moment had served me well once so far, and now that Trish had told me all the WWF talent were usually starved for sex due to their nomadic lifestyle, I could only figuratively drool at the opportunities laying before me. There were numerous very attractive ladies employed by the WWF at the moment, and the majority of them would be at the taping. I drifted off to sleep with the beginnings of a plan to seduce them rolling about in my head... * * * My work for the day had ended. The 'Smackdown!' stage was up and looking as blue as ever, while I trotted confidently backstage towards the women's locker room. I had foolishly informed Trish of my plans to satisfy the other women of the WWF; like the a-typical man I stood there recounting who I would like to fuck and in which position to the buxom blonde without even thinking that it might anger her. Thankfully, it didn't. She was a surprisingly understanding woman, and she had even given me some inside information into when I should strike the ladies' locker room for my best angle of attack. Truth be told, I think she was a little turned-on at the prospects of this sort of casual sex inside the usually platonic WWF employee circle. I fiddled with my large key chain, the one which my supervisor trusted to me and that happened to open the overwhelming majority of backstage doors. If only he knew what I was using it for! Soon I arrived and after peering around to make sure no one else was in the hallway, I pressed my ear into the grey metal door. Shockingly, I heard faint female moaning from inside. A wry grin twitched at the corners of my mouth as I recognized one of the voices as the well-endowed Torrie Wilson. The other voice was female as well and although it was also familiar, I couldn't put a name-to-moan. I wonder if Trish knew that the other WWF girls had found a way to quench their lust. Maybe she was even involved... I quietly tried the doorknob and wasn't surprised to find it locked. I slid the correct key into the slot, then checked the hallway again to be sure I was alone. After finding I was, I gathered my courage and stepped inside the locker room. Stacy Kiebler was gently suckling on Torrie Wilson's left breast while her hand methodically stroked the area between Torrie's legs. Both were stark naked and completely taken aback as I gently shut and locked the door behind me. "Who the hell are you?!" Torrie yelped, drawing away from her long-legged companion and trying to cover her ample bosom with her right arm. Stacy merely rolled her eyes and made no attempt to be modest. "This is that guy Trish was blabbering about, you dumbshit. He's got the messy brown hair and the goofy grin just like she was saying, and he has the keys for everything too." she put a hand on her hip, looking at me like I was a piece of meat ready to be hoisted above the campfire. "Yeah...uh... that's me, all right." I barely managed to spout out. My eyes wandered all over the two of them and I had little sense to try not to make it so apparent. Stacy was quite tall, packing small but enticing breasts topped with tiny pale nipples and a trim patch of brown hair between her mile-long legs. She didn't seem in the slightest bit nervous or surprised. Torrie, on the other hand, had large Trish-sized tits that were barely obscured by her skinny arm and a completely shaven cunt. Unlike Stacy, her eyes were wide with fear and she made every attempt to hide her nudity from my prying gaze. "We weren't doing what you think, you know." Torrie explained, "We were getting dressed." "He's so not gonna buy that, you pea-brained retard." Kiebler cocked her head and looked over at her friend, if you could call them such. "Okay, so maybe we were messing around. So what? What the hell do you want, anyway? Can't you see we're busy? Get out!" the words spilled out of Torrie's mouth at a pace I could hardly keep up with. "Shut up, idiot. We could have even more fun with this guy here, don't you get it? Were you even listening to Trish's story?" Stacy seemed to get more exasperated with every passing second. "I don't know, Stace... Can we trust him?" "Sure you can, ladies. I won't tell a word." I wasn't sure whether I sounded confident or just desperate. "See? He's a stand-up guy. Besides, I've been craving a real cock for way too long. Those plastic things you keep shoving in me just aren't the same." Stacy stepped up and pressed her gorgeous naked body into me. Her tiny breasts pushed against my cotton shirt and I could've sworn that I felt those little pink nipples through the fabric. "I'm still not sure. What about babies? We'll get fired for sure if he gets one of us knocked-up!" Torrie's logic was undeniable. "I just know I can find some other place for him to come." Stacy rubbed my rigid dick through my pants and slipped her hand inside the waistline. I gasped audibly as her warm hand caressed by bare cock. She smiled seductively, then slid to her knees and unzipped my jeans, hastily freeing my member from it's prison. "Wow, no wonder Trish didn't mind you fucking her in the ass! This thing's pretty nice." Kiebler licked at the head, causing me to groan. Torrie timidly drew closer and peeked over her companion's shoulder. It's hard for me to say for sure, but I think she liked what she saw, because she scrambled to her knees as if something had possessed her. Suddenly, Stacy drew my entire length into her hot mouth and began circling the crown with her tongue. Lights flared behind my eyelids as I threw my head back in ecstasy. Gathering my senses, I looked down just in time to see Wilson lean in to fondle my hairy nutsack with her tongue. She lapped at my balls as if she were Ziegfried gulping down one of those bowls of milk I'm not supposed to give him. So there I was, two beautiful blonde women worshipping my dick with their mouths where only a day earlier I was approaching a world-record for sex-less nights. It goes to show you what a little confidence can do for a person. Stacy drew back on my wet cock with her lips, adding her hand to the base and jerking it lightly. Torrie continued to lick at my balls, soon engulfing one of them within her mouth. I was making all sorts of animalistic noises and stroking both of their heads with each of my hands. Before long, Stacy stood and Torrie rapidly followed suit, further cementing her status as the submissive of the pair. I was dissapointed to have them abandon my woody, but it wouldn't last long. Stacy pulled me over to the leather couch by my privates, confidently glaring at me all the way. She blew me a kiss, before bending over the arm of the sofa and exposing her perfectly-proportioned and blemish-free ass to the sky. Her hairy pussy was damp with her juices. Torrie and I stood side-by-side, mesmerized by the sight of the pink slit. Or at least I was. "C'mon genius, fuck me." Kiebler looked over her shoulder and feigned an innocent smile. I happily obliged, positioning myself behind her and grabbing one of her firm ass cheeks in each of my hands. Torrie obediently reached between my legs and positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to her friend's moist cunt. I pushed forward gently, feeling the lips of her pussy part and an inch of my dick slide effortlessly inside. She was very wet, and also quite warm. The sensation was like liquid velvet surrounding me, so my hormones took hold and I impaled her to the hilt in one motion. She let out a sound akin to my earlier grunts, albeit a tad more feminine in nature. I began to piston in and out of her pussy at an alarming rate, even for me. Torrie scrambled around to the other side of the couch and shoved her bare cunt in Stacy's face. Kiebler didn't seem to mind, and began to lick methodically at the dripping lips. Torrie reached down and spread her pussy with her fingers, allowing Stacy an easier vantage point to stick her tongue as deep as possible into Wilson's love canal. The sight of this was driving me closer to the edge. "I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out with you two." I said, honestly. "Hold on a little longer, I want you to fuck me too." Torrie gasped, watching Stacy's probing tongue dip inside her. "I'll try." I continued to pound away at Stacy's cunt, feeling the muscles inside grip at me relentlessly. After a few more minutes of oral delight, Torrie stood walked over to me. I slid out of Stacy's pussy, eliciting a sound of displeasure from the freshly-fucked vixen. Torrie blushed shyly and whispered into my ear, " Can you lie on the floor? I kinda like being on top, if that's okay." "I live to please." I panted, nearly falling to the floor out of exhaustion. Stacy made no move to interfere, merely contentedly watching from the couch as Torrie gently grasped my cock and lowered herself onto it. She was slightly tighter than Kiebler, but I slid in almost as easily due to the mix of female lubrication and spit from their earlier escapade. Torrie gasped and closed her eyes as she slid to the base and held there for a few seconds. Her large breasts were flushed red and I reached out to fondle one greedily. The large, erect nipple pressed against my palm as I toyed with her tit as if it were clay. It was soft and supple, but heavy from it's size. Torrie began to raise and lower herself on me, slipping a hand down to play with her clit as she did. It wasn't long before she was moaning and yelping as she ground her cunt onto my cock. She had quickly transformed from a timid young lady to a sex-craved slut as she unabashadly rubbed her crotch and rode me like there was no tomorrow. McMahon, that bastard! Keeping these attractive TV stars from the simple pleasures of life! I re-affirmed my vow to give all the WWF starlets what they deserved. Minutes of Torrie's pleasurable joyride passed before I began to feel the pressure build again in my gut. "I'm going to come soon." I managed to blurt out. "Hang on, hang on!" Stacy interrupted our coupling and pushed Torrie off of me, "I wanna try something else before we're done with you." She got down beside me on all fours, leaning in to instruct me face-to-face, "Trish said it wasn't as bad as people say, so you're gonna fuck my ass." Torrie giggled and nodded her approval, "I wanna see! I've never tried it!" "Neither have I, believe it or not. Guys beg me to get into my ass, but I keep telling them it'll hurt." Kiebler motioned for me to get behind her, "So you'll be my first." I crept behind her and raised myself to both knees as Torrie lay down and slid beneath me for what I suppose she thought was the best view. My balls and Stacy's cunt were staring her in the face, but she didn't seem to mind. "Okay, go slow. I don't want any unnecessary pain here, Romeo." Stacy, like Trish before her, turned to look over her shoulder. I guess this sort of commemorative event called for all the receivers to see what they could. Before I could make a move for my prize, Torrie grabbed my dick and slid it into her mouth, still covered in both of the girls' juices. She unleashed a torrent of saliva on me before popping it out and wiping her chin, "It needed more lube." was her explanation. With that, I pressed the head of my cock against Kiebler's puckered porthole. I pushed forward with my hips, and watched as my little guy strained to get inside. Stacy pushed back with her ass and, with a loud squishing noise, the crown of my dick slid inside. She groaned and pulled back a little. "It feels weird..." she trailed off, "Keep going. I think I like it." I took my time forcing my way into her rectum, but before long I was embedded to the hilt. Her ass was incredibly tight, much like Stratus', and it pulsed around my cock as if trying to draw the cum out of me. "Holy shit, it feels fuckin' huge!" Stacy managed to say between moans. I felt Torrie's tongue again lick at my balls, and I wondered how the view might have looked from down there. "Okay, screw my dirty little ass hard, damnit!" Stacy ordered, and I began to obey. I drew out, feeling the suction grip at my cock, and Torrie's tongue try to keep position with my nuts. I plunged back in, causing Stacy to yelp with a mix of what sounded like pleasure and pain. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she cried. I would've ordinarily been worried about someone hearing us, but the feeling of her ass around my dick was too much for that particular thought to invade my mind. I fucked her ass in earnest now, with Torrie's lips and mouth only occasionally able to find my bouncing sack. Kiebler made all sorts of gibberish noises to urge me on. Soon, the cum was once more boiling inside my shaft. "I'm gonna cum, for real this time!" I cried out. "I wanna taste it, give it to me!" Torrie pleaded, opening her mouth wide. I quickly pulled my cock out of Stacy's ass and pointed it towards Torrie's mouth. Jets of white goo began shooting from the tip; most landing in Wilson's mouth but some erred in trajectory and coated her cheeks and chin. She happily accepted it all and even jerked at my anal juice-covered dick with her small hands to coax all she could from me. When I had bestowed all the jizz I could onto her face, Stacy leaned down and kissed her friend. I could see their tongues mingling and sharing the cum, which needless to say was quite a sight. * * * "You'll come visit us again, won't you?" Torrie asked nervously, eyes pointed at the floor, "Please?" "He will, babe. He sure as hell hasn't gotten enough pussy from us!" Stacy chuckled confidently. "She's right. After that, I don't think I could resist another trip to your locker room." I replied. "Great!" Torrie clapped her hands excitedly and a broad, wonderful smile crossed her gorgeous face. I stepped out into the hallway, shoving my hands into my pockets in a feeble attempt to look as nonchalant as possible. Mercifully, no one was there. I strolled out to my car and fumbled with the key in the ignition. I knew in my heart (or maybe it was my groin, who can say for certain?) that I was hooked on this whole casual-sex-with-the WWF-starlets thing. The only question was, which one would be next? The Locker Room It is the last class of the day and you are tired. Being a phys-ed instructor at the local high school is a demanding job and the girls have been giving you a hard time. Spring probably has something to do with the rambunctious nature of your charges but all their energy is wearing you out. Also, just looking at their young limber bodies, just budding into womanhood has you kind of horny. You don't usually think about such things while you're working but seeing those girls today in their tights as they went through their exercises turned you on. Your pussy has been hot and wet all afternoon and your nipples seem to be in a constant state of erection. The last class that you currently have doing gymnastics are the grade 12s. The eighteen and nineteen year-olds are stretching their bodies into a variety of sexual contortions. In one corner, the girls on the mats are doing split after split and looking at those long legs stretched so far apart makes you imagine one of them tied up in that position, totally helpless to prevent the stimulation of her body. On the trampoline, your eye catches sight of one of the bustier girls as her breasts bounce up and down. Her hard nipples are prominently displayed through the thin fabric of her Danskin and you are embarrassed to catch yourself thinking about what it would be like to suck them. 'This is crazy', you think to yourself, 'These girls are innocent teenagers who don't know anything about sex.' The day will prove you wrong. The bell sounds and the girls quickly tidy up before heading to the locker room. It will be a good 20 minutes before they've showered and changed and you are able to close the place up. You decide to take the opportunity to go to your office and masturbate to release some of this nervous energy. You enter your office and lock the door behind you. In the bottom drawer of your desk is a large vibrator and an envelope containing a magazine on your favorite fantasy: bondage. You open the envelope and take out the bondage mag. Flipping through a couple of pages, you stop at a story about teenage girls, being kidnapped by band of dominant women who then train them. The pictures on the page show young girls being restrained in a variety of exposing positions. Some with their legs held wide apart, others with their hands tied to the ceiling. In some, you see nipple clips pinching their nipples. In others, you see a dildo much like yours pushed into their pussies. One young girl is getting a bare bottomed spanking by her mistress. The pictures turn you on a little more and you push your danskin to the side to allow access to your pussy for your vibrator. The humming sensation is electric and you let out a quiet moan as the tip of the artificial cock touches the hood of your clitoris. You rub the vibrator up and down the edges of your sensitive pussy lips and let the feelings run through your body. You push just the tip of it into your now soaking pussy and you hold back for a moment before pushing it deeper. You imagine yourself tied to a bed and being totally helpless. Whoever was in control would determine when the dildo would be penetrate you. You would have no say. You hold the vibrator there wanting it deep inside you but imagining that you can't have it. You don't last very long. Soon the long thick dildo is sliding in and out of your wet slit. On each stroke the vibrator feels like it is filling your body totally. You decide to prolong the sensation until you can get home and really do something about it. You turn the vibrator off but you leave it deep in your pussy. You feel completely filled as you adjust your Danskin and stand up slowly. You want to come so bad and the anticipation is bittersweet. It has been about 25 minutes since your students finished their class and you go to take a last look in the locker room before closing up. As you enter the locker room, a familiar sound has you stop dead in your tracks. There is the clear, distinct sound of a girl panting, close to coming in the room. You can also hear the sound of the shower and the girl's voice is coming from there. 'One of the girls must be masturbating in the shower.' you think to yourself. Your pussy automatically tightens around the thick dildo still lodged in there. You move slowly and silently toward the shower area, determined to find out who it is and perhaps take a look at her having an orgasm. As you turn a corner, the sight is very different from what you expect and the sight has you gasp as your heart starts to race. There are FOUR naked girls in the shower not one. Three of the girls are holding a fourth captive and are teasing her helpless body. One of the girls standing behind her and is holding the helpless girl's hands tightly behind her head to expose her pretty breasts and chest. One of the others is standing in front of her and playing with her very long pink nipples. A third is on her knees at the feet of the restrained teenager and is running a bar of wet soap back and forth through her crack. The girl who is being held doesn't seem to be struggling as these three girls tantalize her body with their hands and tongues. You see one lick her nipples as the other slides one finger first deep into her pussy and then deep into her obviously lubricated bottom. Your own hand has moved to your pussy almost of its own volition and is now pushing gently at the end of the vibrator sticking out, pushing it deeper into you. The girl on her knees is now licking the helpless girl whose name is Julie and a moment later, Julie starts to come in long sobbing gasps. The other three girls hold her and caress her until her orgasm has subsided and she is able to stand on her own. Julie looks at them and giggles, "That was the BEST ever! Who's next?" Suzie says, "Oh, let me." The girls go right into action. This time, the girls is held lying on her back with her legs spread up and wide apart. From your vantage point, you can see that her pussy is completely shaved! You can see the delicate pussy lips gently being spread open to reveal the hot pink interior and below that her pink, crinkled bottomhole. The girl holding Suzie's wrists starts licking and biting her tiny nipples and the Suzie stars writhing right away. One of the girls begins playing with Suzie's ass and gently sliding her finger into it while the third starts playing with Suzie's pussy lips with her tongue. It does not take long before Suzie is begging them to let her come. They hold her off time and time again just on the brink of an orgasm. Finally, one of the girls positions herself so that her legs and Suzie's legs scissor each other and their pussies begin grinding together. Suzie immediately begins coming like a freight train and you join her. The sight has been too much for you. You reach down and turn on the vibrator and your pussy tightens itself around it as the artificial intruder brings you to yet another orgasm. You pull the vibrator out of your body and turn it off. You have decided it is time for these girls to be found out. The girls have, meanwhile, switched partners again and the next victim, Vivian, is now being held on her hands and knees with her knees held wide apart waiting for her ass and pussy to be violated from behind. Stepping out from your hiding place, you walk straight up to them. "Well, girls, what is going on here?" you ask in a stern voice. The girls leap to their feet, "Oh, nothing miss. We're sorry. We should be on our way now." "Not so fast." you say, "Vivian, get back down on your knees." The girls are disbelieving as you have them all watch as you gently position Vivian to best expose her most private area. You instruct the girls to hold her legs and her wrists tightly so that she cannot escape. Then you pull out your vibrator. You turn it on first and begin running it over her body. First along her arms and legs, then you let it touch the sensitive breasts and nipples hanging down from her body. Vivian's breathing is a little heavier when you finish playing with her tits. Now you move behind her. Vivian is anxiously awaiting the touch of the vibrator but you maker her wait. Finally, you slide the thick vibrator deep into her soaking pussy in one long delicate stroke. Vivian cries out at the exquisite sensation and your own pussy tightens with desire as you remember the feeling from just a few minutes ago. You begin sliding the vibrating cock very slowly in and out of her slit. Soon she is taking full strokes in and out and begging for more. You lubricate one finger of your other hand in the soaking juices of Vivian's pussy and then you gently slide its full length into her bottom. The moan from her coupled with an additional wriggling of her bottom is enough for you to know that it was the right thing to do. All of this stimulation will have her come soon so you have one of the girls lie down under Vivian and begin licking and biting her nipples. This final sensation is too much and she begins shaking in an orgasm that has her scream out in pleasure. A couple of minutes later you are all back in your office talking about what happened. "Are you all submissive?" you ask. The girls nod their heads shyly. Now that the action has stopped, they have reverted to the shy introverted people they make out to be. "Very well", you say, "I shall not report this on the condition that you all report here once per week for some personal instruction on being totally submissive. The girls look up disbelievingly. The smiles on their faces tell you that you are in for some interesting times before the term is over. Before the girls leave the office, you have them all get on their knees before you and lick your pussy! The quick lick from the four of them is enough to turn you on all over again but now you decide to take your libido home anxious to tell me all about this latest adventure. The Locker Room I love to swim. Everyone loves to swim. I swim for exercise. Last week I was at the gym and something extraordinary happened. Let me tell you about it. I went to my local gym to work out. I work out about three times a week. On Mondays and Wednesdays I lift weights. Friday is my fun day I usually take a long swim. Today was that day. I went to the locker room to get changed. I said a quick hi to a few of my buds. I got changed into my Speedo (the shorts not the underwear style). I threw all my stuff into locker 169 (my usual). I looked in the mirror I was the sexiest hunk of man I had seen myself to be in a long time. My chest was sculpted to perfection. My six pack abs were bulging out and my chiseled face looking as sexy as ever. I went into the pool area. I took a deep breath and dove into the crystal clear water and proceeded to do around 25 laps. Whewf. I ran back to the locker room (I always do this because of the no running signs). I took a few minutes in the hot tub to relax. I then decided I was had enough chlorine in my system and jumped out. I went to my locker and grabbed my towel, my shampoo, and my conditioner. I always use conditioner because I hate the way my hair gets all dry if I get chlorine in it. I went into the shower room. It was not one of those individual shower kind of deals. It was a large room with shower heads sticking out of the wall every few feet so that the mist from one just touched the other's mist. I was surprisingly the only one in there. I screamed really loud "Fuck you!" It made me feel good to hear the echo of my own voice. I know not why. I striped off my shorts. They stuck on the little bit of a boner I had as I tore them off. I began to wash myself. I teased my penis a little so my boner was bigger because I was the only one in there. Someone else walked in. He turned on the shower and stripped down. I turned away from him with a little embarrassment. He turned to me and said, "It's fine man I have a little bit of one two." I was like, "As long as it's cool with you it's cool with me." He chuckled. He then moved closer to the shower next to me and we began to converse. He grabbed my conditioner and used it to fool around with his dick. I couldn't help but stare. He had a huge glorious cock. It must have been over 8 inches long uncut and probably that big around too. I looked away. He said that it was fine if I watched as long as I did it too. I didn't feel anything wrong with this. I said, "Whatever." I started masturbating while looking at his member. He did the same. Then out of the blue he ripped my hand off of my penis and started masturbating me. I said, "Hey!" He responded, "Do you want me to stop." An intense pleasure dwelled over my body, "Y... No." I then instinctively grabbed his. It was weird feeling an uncircumcised penis compared to my own. I felt his dick slip out of my hand. I moaned and opened my eyes. He was blowing me. Fuck yeah. My cock was not particularly large but he fit the whole thing in his mouth. This was one of the most amazing feelings I had ever had. He was so much better than my girlfriend. He breathed, "Your turn." I said to myself what the hell. I knelt down slowly feeling his hot body as I went down. I stopped for a second. I retracted the foreskin of his penis and kissed the head of his huge cock. I started sucking. I tasted his sweet precum. I then went down to his balls and licked them. I went down to his asshole and licked it clean. He screamed, "Put it in! Put it in!" I put a little more conditioner on my dick and slowly stuck it in. He said, "Harder, harder." I butt-fucked him as hard as I could. I grabbed his dick and ran hand up and down it as fast as I could. I felt my balls tighten and he said, "Almost there." I exploded into his ass. The cum was flowing everywhere and then soon after I saw him shoot halfway across the shower hall. I pulled out and went down and licked his dick again sucking the excess semen out of it. He said, "Same time next week?" The Locker Room Ever since I had moved home from college, I'd had this curiosity. I played hockey, but the team that I played with was two of my sisters and a bunch of women with an average age of 35 so I never really felt I had anything in common with most of them. I was about 24 at the time. One evening, we had a new skater join us. She was a college soccer player and from what I could see she was in better shape than most, if not all, of us. Clearly she had skated before and wasn't a total newbie. It took a couple laps around the ice for her to get her legs under her, but once she did she jumped into the play as though she had been playing forever. For my entire hockey career, I had been playing as a goalie and even against men I had never had anyone get a hat trick against me... until she showed up. After the scrimmage, I went into the locker room with my head hanging. I had always managed to hold my own against any other skater, but for some reason this one really got to me. "Don't be too hard on yourself, she's clearly not a novice like most of the people you play against", said Ryan, our team's goalie coach. Stu, our other coach, seemed to think she was going to be our bread and butter as a defenseman. "Mica, how do you feel about playing defense?", Stu asked our newest skater. "Well, I really like to generate offense and score so I'm not sure about being a defenseman." she replied. Oh great, I thought. She's never going to come back because they are going to stick her on D when that isn't where she wants to skate. I really liked the idea of having a strong defenseman in front of me. Plus she was pretty easy on the eyes and that definitely helped take the sting out of the way she handed my ass to me during the scrimage. The next week, I came in to practice a little bit late and was surprised to see Mica there. I was sure she was going to bail on our team because she didn't want to play defense and was going to get stuck there. I made my way to an open spot in the locker room to unpack my gear and begin dressing for the skate. I caught a glimpse of Mica's muscular legs as she pulled her breezers up and fished around in her bag for her shin pads. "No wonder she can skate" I thought as I glanced at her legs while she was standing with her back turned to me. I started to dress and as I did I caught sight of her broad muscular shoulders. "Fuck, she's going to light me up all night long", I said in my head as I looked away from her and knelt down to fasten the straps of my leg pads. I looked in her direction and said, "I wasn't sure you were going to show up" to which she replied, with a wink, "I would rather protect your net than not play hockey at all.". During the whole scrimmage, I was mulling that wink moreso than playing goal. I walked into the locker room after that skate with my head slung low again. I couldn't believe how this woman could manage to find every open spot I left in my net. Mica walked past and said, "Don't worry about it, you had an off game. Nothing a couple beers can't fix. Let's go to the Halftime." "I thought you weren't old enough to drink", I replied. Mica calmly replied, "Don't worry about it." I was puzzled by her comment, but didn't think much about it as I finished undressing and headed for the showers. As I was standing in the shower, letting the hot water wash away my lackluster performance in the net I looked around me. I had showered in this locker room hundreds of times before and had never looked in any direction but down to find my shampoo. Most of the women I played hockey with were older than me, married, and had children. Showering was simply a matter of getting rid of the funk associated with hockey gear. Mica walked in and stood across from me as I was rinsing off my hair. She had her back turned to me and I caught myself watching soap suds and water run down from her shoulders and down her back until cascading off her round, muscular ass. She turned around and I knew I was busted. She looked right at me and gave me another wink, just like the one she had given me earlier when telling me not to worry about my less-than-stellar game play. I looked away, but then found myself again looking in her direction as she turned around. I watched as she shampooed her hair and rinsed it off, letting the suds run down her shoulders and over her six pack abs. This made me nervous as I had only seen bodies like this in sports commercials and movies. I wasn't totally out of shape, but my body wasn't nearly as toned as hers. I envied her build and frame as I watched her rinsing off. I knew I was staring so I told myself to break my gaze and get dressed. I realized everyone else was done showering and letting the hot water wash away the aches and pains of practice, so I dressed, packed my gear, and headed to our sponsor bar. I walked into the bar and saw Mica and the rest of the team sitting at a few tables that were pushed together. I looked around and saw the only open chair was next to Mica, so I sat down and waited for the cocktail waitress to come by. "I'll take a Miller light", I said. Mica ordered a Bud light. I was not going to tell the waitress she was underage and Mica's confidence made it seem like she had walked into plenty of bars and ordered drinks without ever being carded. As the waitress walked away, Mica leaned over to me and said, "Thanks for not ratting me out. I love a beer after hockey". The waitress came back with our beers and the whole team descended into talk about an upcoming tournament. I was a bit dejected about all the tournament talk as I was not going to be playing in it. Our team's manager had decided that only one goalie was needed and offered the chance to our other goalie. Maybe it was this that fueled my choice to continue drinking beer long after I should have stopped. One by one the team finished their drinks and left; work and school and kids were coming up in the morning for most of the team. As we sat and enjoyed our beers, Mica whispered to me, "Is everything okay? You seem a little distracted." I replied by saying, "I'm pissed about not being allowed to play in the next tournament because one person doesn't want to have me play". I proceeded to tell her that our team's manager was not a fan of my family and seemed to take every opportunity available to cut me off from the rest of the team. "That's bullshit", Mica said, "I scored a hat trick on you, but when I was on the other end of the ice against the other goalie I scored five goals. I think teams should take two goalies all the time in case one gets hurt or just has a bad game." "That's what I think too.", I said. Mica put her arm around my shoulder in the kind of "half-hug" you would give a teammate. "Well, it's getting kind of late, I should get home. I'll see you at practice next week, right?" Mica asked. "Yeah, I'll be there. Even if I don't play in a tournament, I should support my teammates." "That's the spirit", Mica said. "I'll see you next week". The next week, I played like I was possessed. My anger at being excluded from the tournament team only fueled my desire to stop every shot thrown at my net. I left the ice without having been scored on, even by Mica. As I entered the locker room, Ryan and Stu both told me how well I played. Stu even said he would like me to possibly go to the tournament, if my work schedule allowed. I hadn't played that well ever. I was the gossip of the locker room. Our sponsor was having an event and was going to be super busy that night; knowing this most of the team brought beer to drink in the locker room. Between Mica and I drinking beers and having a good time, it wasn't too long before we realized we were the only ones left in the locker room. "Wow, I was so caught up in conversation I didn't realize it was just the two of us left here.", Mica said. I sheepishly countered with, "Oh I should get dressed and head home". "Don't be ridiculous." Mica scoffed, " You can't go home smelling that bad. Everybody else took a shower while we were drinking beer so there should be plenty of hot water. We should get cleaned up." While Mica turned around and was looking for something in her bag, I quickly and quietly removed the rest of my gear and headed for the shower hoping to get in and out fast. Mica was a half-step behind. The showers were warm and welcoming. I was standing under one shower when she entered and turned on the remaining seven showers in the locker room. I turned to her and said, "There's only two of us, why do you have all eight showers turned on?". "The steam from the hot water is very relaxing for sore muscles." As Mica was letting the water run over her muscular shoulders, down her back and over her sculpted ass; without looking back towards me she said, "I've noticed you staring at me for the last three weeks, do you like what you see?". "umm, uh, dddd, uhh" was all I could stammer out. I was so embarrassed at getting caught. "It's okay, lots of people look at me in the shower." Mica said, "but for the last three weeks I've been looking at you in the shower." "WHAT?" I was totally dumbfounded. "Are you kidding me? You have that nice little apple bottom from skating, you have the biggest perkiest boobs I have ever seen, and to top it all off, you are a red head! I looooove red heads" With the last part of the statement, Mica let out a little "mmmm" sound to accentuate her approval. I was hoping for this, but so surprised to hear the words actually coming out of Mica's mouth. Without having a chance to think any more about it, I saw Mica moving towards me. Without a second's hesitation, her mouth was pressed to mine. Her lips moved in a way that opened my mouth and as my mouth opened, her tongue jutted out from between her lips and brushed against mine. I felt my knees begin to buckle, and almost as if she felt or sensed it, Mica's muscular arms held me up. I broke away from the kiss just long enough to give Mica a confused look. She looked me in the eyes and said, "I've just been waiting to get you alone. I knew with the way you looked at me and the way I found myself looking at you that this was going to happen. I have been thinking about you all the time." She still had her arms wrapped around me, supporting my still wobbly knees. My stomach felt like it was swirling around in circles and my heart was pounding as hard as it did when I was playing hockey. I panicked at how much her kiss and the feel of her body pressed against mine was turning me on. "I gotta get showered and head home", I quickly said. Mica pulled away from me and grinned, "At least let me help you get cleaned up". I was helpless to do anything but nod. My head felt like it was spinning, my knees were still shaking and I could feel the urgency of the throbbing I was beginning to feel between my legs. Mica bent over and grabbed my shampoo from the floor of the shower, poured some into her hands and began to work the suds through my hair. Even her washing my hair was driving me crazy. As I rinsed off my hair, she grabbed her shampoo and said "now you do me" with a wink. I ran my fingers through her long curly locks as I rubbed the suds of the shampoo into her hair, deeply inhaling the scent of her shampoo. Mica rinsed off and grabbed my body wash, then turned back to me and said, "now we better get the rest of you clean". She poured the body wash directly into her hands, and standing behind me, she rubbed it on my aching shoulders and back. My muscles relaxed instantly and I let out a soft moan without even realizing I had done so. She reached around me from behind, I could feel her nipples grazing my back as she reached around and rubbed soap all over my breasts. She slowly ran her fingers in circles around my nipples and cupped my breasts in her hands, supporting their weight. She leaned forward and gently let her lips graze my neck as she continued to work the soap down my stomach and towards my pussy. She came within an inch of my eager pussy, then pulled her hand away. She ran her hands down my back, over my ass and let her soapy hands venture over my cheeks and in between them. I tensed up a little and feeling this, Mica moved her hands away. I instantly wanted her hands back on me. I couldn't find the words to say I wanted her to touch me, so I grabbed a hold of one of her hands and guided it towards my pussy. I finally managed to stammer out quietly, "you missed a spot". Mica's hands moved around my slit, gently soaping me up, then cupping her hands to run water over me. "Mmm" I moaned again, this time louder than the last. Mica giggled and said to me, "Will you wash my back?". The way she bit her lip ever so slightly when she asked this must have been her way to green light my exploration of her body. I soaped her back and neck, massaging as I cleaned her. I allowed my hands to meander over her ass, which I had been checking out for the last 3 weeks. Since I was still nervous I followed the lead she had established when she was helping me get cleaned up. I let my hand slip in between her cheeks and then traced the countours of her back and around her ass. I eagerly ran my soapy hands over her breasts and down her abs towards her pussy. Feeling the smoothness of her clean shaven pussy made me glad I had taken the time to shave my own earlier that day. I pulled her back towards me, placing my lips on her neck and planting small kisses all around it. Her body was backed up to me. The heat from the showers and the heat from her body touching mine was making my head swim. She turned back towards me and kissed me, harder than she had the first time. My pussy throbbed and ached as our tongues touched. We stood under the hot spray of the shower, kissing each other furiously as we continued to pull each other in closer and closer. As much as the steam was melting away the soreness of our muscles, her touch was melting away any inhibition I had before I got in the showers that night. She slid her hand down and gently slid her finger around my pussy, finding that the showers weren't the only thing that were pouring that night. She slid her finger inside me and felt the wetness that was dripping from me, "Someone's ready", she said with a grin. I bit my lip and moaned as she continued to slide her finger in and out of my wetness. She slid her finger out of me and rubbed it in circles around my clit. I felt like I was going to explode right then and there. I wanted to touch her the way she was touching me, but as I reached down towards her pussy she stopped my hand and said, "I'm not done with you yet". She broke away from me and began to turn the showers off. The cold air of the locker room mingled with the heat and steam of the shower. It made my already hard nipples stick out even further and the cool air hitting my warm, wet pussy produced a sensation that I had never really felt. Mica took my hand and lead me to the locker room where she sat me down on one of the benches. Kneeling on the floor in front of me, she kissed me again. I whispered to her, "what about the maintenance man? He's got to be ready to leave by now." Mica winked at me and said, "I took care of it, you'd be amazed what a 12 pack can buy you, it's just us in here." With that, she kissed around my neck while her fingers stroked my clit. She bent her head down slightly and took one of my nipples in her mouth, sucking and flicking it with her tongue. Her finger was now sliding in and out of me in rhythm with her flicking of my nipples. It felt so amazing I was certain I was going to explode at any second. Mica reached down with her hands and spread my legs apart. She leaned back and looked me up and down, nodding in approval. She leaned in ever closer to my eagerly waiting pussy and began to lick all around my lips. Every few strokes of her tongue, she'd lightly flick my clit with the tip of her tongue, sending waves of pleasure through me. I kept arching my back and pushing myself towards her, but she inched back every time I did. She continued her teasing of my clit for what felt like forever. I was aching for her tongue to take me over the edge. Suddenly she leaned in to me and stuck her tongue in my hole. She worked it in and out of me, letting out little moans as she tasted me. She pulled back again and slid two fingers into me and took my clit in her mouth, sucking it gently. Just like with my nipples, she worked in a steady rhythm, pumping her fingers in me everytime she flicked or sucked on my eager swollen clit. I reached down and grabbed her by the shoulders as I felt my orgasm building. As she continued to fuck me with her fingers and her tongue I found myself grabbing her hair, her shoulders, whatever I could get a hold of to steady myself. My thighs began to shake and my muscles began to spasm. I found myself putting my legs over her shoulders to give her all the access she needed. As she eagerly lapped the juices from my pussy I knew I was about to cum. I pushed myself towards her, begging her not to stop. She obliged by licking and sucking and pushing her finger in me faster and harder. I grabbed her head with both hands and pushed myself towards her open mouth one last time, my orgasm now taking hold of me. I felt my pussy tighten around her fingers and my clit tingled as my juices poured out of me and into Mica's mouth. My body jerked as I reached orgasm, but Mica continued to lick and suck until she was sure she had gotten all the juices lapped up. I crumpled over on the bench, gasping to catch my breath. Mica leaned forward and kissed me, the taste and smell of my pussy still present on her lips. My pussy was still throbbing and my heart was still racing as I laid there trying to compose myself. "I take it you liked that?", Mica asked with a wide grin on her face. I couldn't even speak, but I nodded emphatically. My mouth was watering as I thought about tasting her. I lowered myself onto the floor and Mica took my spot on the bench. I kissed her eagerly and anxiously. I had never done any of this before and as relaxed as my orgasm had left me, I was nervous. I kissed Mica and allowed my hands to rub over her breasts. As I felt her nipples harden under my touch I grew even more excited. I kissed my way down her neck and took her nipple in my mouth. As my tongue touched her nipple I couldn't think of anything but burying my face between her legs and feeling her orgasm from my touch. I looked down, taking a few seconds to take in the look of her shaven pussy and the wetness that was dripping out from her lips. I parted them with my fingers and put my fingers inside her. The feel of her pussy around my fingers, the wetness that was coming out of her with every movement, it all made me want her more. I slid her lips apart again, this time eying her swollen, pink clit. I slowly moved my face towards her, licking it softly. Mica's head tilted back and she placed her hand on top of my head. Holding her lips apart so I had full access, I slid my fingers in and out of her while flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue. I was still unsure of what I was doing, but Mica's hand pushing my face into her let me know I was doing okay. The smell of her body wash and of her wetness mingled around me. I buried my face in her pussy so much that I could only breathe if I pulled away momentarily, and when I pulled away Mica pulled my head back towards her again. I leaned back and took a breath and then stuck my tongue in her as far as I could. I lapped at her wetness and then moved back to her clit. I took her clit in my mouth and sucked on it. I could now tell she was getting close to orgasm and I was dying to give her one. I plunged 2 of my fingers into her pussy and found her g spot. With every flick of my fingers I also sucked or licked her clit. My rhythm grew faster and faster as I built her up. Her fingers were entangled in my hair and her hips were grinding into me. I licked and fucked faster and faster until I felt her pussy tighten and I knew she was going to cum. The Locker Room I pulled my fingers out of her and sucked her clit until she came for me. Her back arched and she let out a loud moan as her juices squirted into my mouth. There was so much that I couldn't swallow it all down. Some of it went on my chin and even my chest as it squirted out of her. I happily lapped up all that I could before Mica finally pushed my head away because she couldn't take any more of my tongue against her pussy. She laid back on the bench, smiling as she worked to catch her breath while I knelt on the floor trying to do the same. I pulled myself up on the bench next to her. She leaned over and gave me a kiss, then said "I guess goalies can score after all" and laughed. My head was still full of thoughts of how amazing her touch felt and I couldn't wait until the next time. I fucking love hockey. The Locker Room I lay on my back. The cold metal of the small locker room bench presses into my spine, but I do not feel it. Outside, the football game rages, the shouts, cheers and occasional boos creating a constant roar. But I don't hear it. The locker room-even if it is the girls-carries an aroma of sweat, exhaustion, and the faintest hint of soap. These smells are lost to me. Even the flickering lights, the few flies flitting in and out the open door cannot pull my eyes away. Away...from her. She is above me, more specifically, my face. Her legs on either side of my head, her entire body writhing in pleasure as I gently support her with my hands on her hips. They urge me to move onward, craving to feel every inch of her, as if they have a mind of their own. But if I move them she may fall, and this moment would be over. I wouldn't trade it for the world right now. Her hands on my thighs, providing herself some support, back arched at an almost impossible angle, eyes unfocused, as if she's seeing into another world. One where the only feeling: is ecstasy. Her skirt is hiked up just enough to keep from getting in the way., and her skin tight cheerleader outfit is straining against her bodies erratic movement. She breathes in differing-sometimes aggressive-ways. Taking small, shallow breaths while small happy sounds find their way out of her. Then long, hard, oxygen deprived drags sometimes periodically marked by long moans, and punctuated with, "Oh shit" or "Fuck yeah." I just lay there, all my senses in bliss. Sight, sound, touch, smell. And taste. Oh my gosh the taste! I had almost forgotten. How could I? It is the fountain of youth, the elixir of life, perfection dancing on my taste buds as they stretch and scream at me for more. I eagerly do my best to appease them, delving as deep as I possibly can inside of her. If I go any further I will find my airways blocked and be unable to breathe. I am contemplating how much air is really worth to me right now when somehow I am pulled out of my reverie by the sound of the announcer saying, "Two-minute warning!" I entertain the idea that he can see us, knows what is going on, and is trying to warn me that our time is almost up. I thank him telepathically, then breathe in deeply. To do this I must stop my work, and my presence is immediately missed. She relaxes, and her face begins to sadden with disappointment. It doesn't last long. When I begin anew I take no prisoners, show no mercy, and she feels it. One long moan leaves her body, expressing everything she is feeling in only a few notes. I delve deep, finding that little place on the roof of her pussy, the g-spot. I flick it with my tongue periodically, and every time I do she jolts, stiffens, and her mouth opens a bit wider. She's close, I can feel it. Trying something that occurred to me some time ago I wrap my tongue around her clit and wriggle the tip of my tongue as much as I can. She trembles, visibly attempting to survive this experience. I am happy my trick has worked. Continuing like this I flick her g-spot one last time, and it happens. She cums, her orgasm a tsunami of pleasure crashing down upon her. Her juices flood my mouth, the taste better than anything I've ever had. Outside the announcer screams, "Touchdowwwwnnnnn!!" The obvious attempt at irony from the universe amuses me to no end. Her orgasm does not stop for almost a full minute. She shakes, she stiffens, she tries to breathe through the pleasure assaulting her body, until it finally dies down and she collapses forward. I narrowly keep her from falling to the floor, and she falls asleep in my arms almost immediately. I smile. Not wanting to wake her I gently slide myself from underneath her sweat soaked body and lay her on the bench, making sure she will not fall after I leave. Before I leave I allow myself one small pleasure and kiss her on the lips. She smiles widely, either because of me, or perhaps she enjoys her own taste as much as I do. "Sleep well beautiful," I whisper in her ear. The other cheerleaders will be here soon. I know many of them, and at least one will take her home. She had clearly had more than enough to drink that night, and they would never permit her to drive herself home. As I step outside into the cool night's breeze I direct my ears to the field ahead. From the sound of it we won. And so did I.