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Post Game

By: noturaveragenaughtygirl



His rough, calloused hand glided over my smooth exposed back, rousing me from sleep. I moaned softly and slowly opened my eyes. His fingers ran along my spine sending pleasurable shivers across my skin.

"What time is it?" I asked, trying to focus on the clock in the dim light.

"Late," he replied.

"Game run long?" 

"Mmm-hmm," he muttered, his voice muffled as his mouth moved closer to my neck. He moved in closer and I was overwhelmed with his scent. He had obviously not showered after the game. He smelled like the Yard. Grass, tobacco, leather, and just a hint of sweat. It was masculine and intoxicating, irresistible.

I felt his breath on my neck seconds before his warm, wet mouth caressed it. His soft lips dragged across my skin with slow, loving kisses. I let out a soft sigh as he opened his mouth and gently sank his teeth into the flesh of my shoulder, causing electricity to radiate through my body. I squirmed slightly and he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer to him. I could feel his excitement through his jeans -- hard and throbbing.

He continued his assault on my neck and shoulder while his hand left my waist and began to wander leisurely over my body. I felt myself grow wet as his hand caressed my breasts, my nipples responding immediately. I moaned as he pulled on a hard nub, making it even harder and more sensitive. My breathing became shallow and my clit began to throb, my pussy becoming wetter still.

His hand released my breast and slid down along my side, running over the swell of my hip, around the slight curve of my lower stomach. I moaned and arched my back, pressing my ass against him. He responded by grinding his pelvis into my ass, letting out a low groan as he did. His hand continued south and he stroked my thighs before running it back up to my waist. When his finger tips brushed my mound with a feather light, albeit intentional touch, I moaned again and squirmed under his grip. 

He put his hand on my shoulder and rolled me onto my back, propping himself up on his elbow beside me. I looked into his green eyes and smiled. He returned it with his own, crooked smile that I love so much. Looking at his kind eyes and loving smile, I felt a pull at my heart and had a sudden urge to tell him I loved him. 

Before I could his mouth descended on mine and all thought was gone. He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me hard, sucking and pulling at my lips with his. I moaned into his mouth and tangled my fingers in his dark, shoulder length hair. The kiss deepened as his tongue sought its way inside my mouth to wrestle with mine. I fisted my hand in his hair and tugged it gently. He moaned and grabbed my breast, squeezing it roughly. I let out a gasp as he rolled my nipple between his fingers and I arched my chest into his hand.

He broke the kiss and trailed hot, wet kisses down my neck to the hollow of my throat. His hand let go of my breast and slipped down my stomach, his touch making my skin sizzle with desire. My pussy throbbed and began to ache, needing his touch. I held my breath in anticipation as his hand got closer and closer. He pulled at my leg and I spread my legs wantonly, allowing him access. He chuckled smugly against my throat as his hand drew closer to my dripping sex.

I was almost shaking with anticipation when he paused and began to run his finger nails over the sensitive spot where my thighs met my pussy. I groaned with frustration as he seemed more than happy to stroke me there, enjoying my torment. Finally, I felt his fingers dip into my slit. His fingers slid in easily I was so wet. My hips bucked involuntarily against his hand and he chuckled again. He traced small circles over and around my clit and I could not hold back a loud moan; the feeling of his hand on my flesh exquisite after the tortuous teasing.

He continued rubbing me as I grabbed for the hard bulge in his pants. He grabbed my hand and pinned it above my head. I closed my eyes in delicious ecstasy and I cried out as he pushed two fingers into my cunt at the same time his mouth latched onto to my right nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue over it.

His fingers started a steady rhythm, rubbing me and pressing my g spot. I pushed my hips slightly against his hand, moaning his name. I felt my pussy tighten and his hand started to move faster. I began to pant and felt intense waves of pleasure wash over me. I was getting close. 

Without warning, he pulled his hand from my sex. I whimpered in protest, my cunt feeling empty without his strong fingers. I opened my eyes as he brought his hand to my mouth and offered me his slippery digits. I sucked them into my mouth, tasting myself and inhaling the sharp scent of my arousal. 

He watched me as his eyes darkened with lust, his breathing becoming shallower. As I sucked on his fingers, imitating the way I suck his cock, he pushed his erection against my thigh, trying to ease the tension. I rubbed my thigh between his legs, back and forth against him, loving the feel of his incredibly hard cock against my leg. He closed his eyes as I pushed harder against his package, feeling him throb through his jeans.

He pulled his fingers from my mouth and kissed me, his tongue swirling around mine. He pulled back and got up from the bed. He began to undress, slowly, looking at me and smiling. He peeled his plain, white t-shirt off, revealing his sleek, athletic form. My eyes trailed down his flat stomach to his jeans, slung low around his hips. I unconsciously licked my lips as I stared at the dark line of hair that extended from his bellybutton and disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans.

He unbuttoned the fly of his jeans slowly, more and more skin exposed as each button was set free. The last button was undone and it was obvious that he was not wearing underwear. I met his eyes and he gave me a mischievous grin. My own smile dissolved into a look of awe as he pulled his jeans off and his cock sprang free. His magnificent cock. God it was beautiful. Average in length, but deliciously thick and heavy. My immediate thoughts turned dirty as I imagined sucking him into my mouth. My eyes did not move from his crotch. I could see it pulsing and watched as small drops of precum dripped from the head. I swallowed hard and licked my lips again.

He moved back toward the bed and still my eyes did not leave his cock, watching instead as it bounced slightly as he moved. He crawled onto the bed and I sat up, reaching for his dick. He brushed my hands away and grabbed my knees, pulling them apart. Without ceremony, he dove into my cunt. I gasped and fell back on the bed, lifting my hips to his eager mouth.

He buried his face in my pussy, lapping at my juices, pulling my lips with his. I was moaning and writhing with intense pleasure as he ate me. His tongue pushed inside me as far as it would go and I cried out, the feeling of it amazing. He flicked his tongue inside me and twirled it around my opening. I could not keep my hips still. He pulled his tongue out of my pussy and flicked it over my clit. Sucking it into his mouth, he reached up and pulled at my nipples. A sharp jolt of pleasure went through me and I felt myself get even wetter than I already was.

He sucked at my clit and thrust two fingers into me. I gasped and my muscles clenched his fingers hard, releasing even more juice. He felt this and moaned against me. I felt the vibrations and it pushed me even closer to the edge. Closer and closer I got, his mouth never leaving my clit, his fingers dancing against my most sensitive spot. He pushed his face hard against me and shook his head back and forth. It was too much. I cried out as wave after wave of intense, paralyzing pleasure washed over me again and again. I dug my fingers into his scalp and pulled him in, my thighs quivering around his head.

He kissed the inside of my thighs tenderly as I floated back to earth. I moaned when he slid his tongue over my skin, still raw and sensitive from coming so hard. I lay there, breathing hard, a light sheen of sweat covering my body. He moved up from between my legs and looked down at me. His mouth and chin glistened with my come. Staring at it, a small smile played over my lips.

He smiled back and leaned down to kiss me. A sweet, gentle kiss, sharing my essence with me. I felt his cock press into my belly as he lowered his body on top of mine. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him to me. The head of his cock slipped between my slit. I rocked my hips back and forth, making it wet. He closed his eyes and took in a sharp breath. I waited for him to plunge into me. He had been holding back for so long, selflessly making sure I got there first. Now it was his turn.

But he didn't. He just rocked against me, enjoying the closeness of our bodies. I arched my back and tried to take him inside, needing him. I whimpered for him to please fuck me. A smile spread across his handsome face and he pushed forward, groaning as my pussy enveloped him. Once he was in, he curled his arms around my shoulders and began to pump in and out of me in a steady, comfortable rhythm.

I closed my eyes and reveled in the feel of his skin against mine, loving the feel of his dick stretching me and rubbing my walls. He pressed his hard body against mine and I ran my hands over him, greedily taking in wonder of his skin. I ran my hands through his hair, pulling it back from his face, and he leaned in for a sloppy, wet kiss.

As I often do, I began to talk dirty. Telling him how much I love his cock, how good it feels in my pussy. How I love to fuck him. My words spurred him on, and he pumped faster, harder. His breathing was becoming ragged and I knew he was close. I ran my hands up his back, it was hot and sweaty. I dug my nails into his shoulders and he moaned, taking pleasure in the pain.

But then he stopped unexpectedly and was still. I looked up at him confused. He didn't say anything but offered a warm smile and stroked my face tenderly. He kissed my neck and began moving again, making small, deliberate circles against my pussy, grinding his pelvis into my clit. I started pushing back against him, the pressure building in my clit with each pass of his hips. It built and built until I was on the edge of another orgasm. He dipped his head and sucked a breast into his mouth, pushing me over the edge. My legs tensed and squeezed him hard as I shook and convulsed underneath him. I screamed his name as I came all over his cock, my pussy gripping and clenching him with the strength of my climax. 

Still lost in the haze, I felt him pull out and sit back on his feet. He flipped me over onto my belly like I was a ragdoll and pushed my legs apart. He pulled my hips up and smacked my ass twice before shoving his cock back into me. I let go, a low guttural moan. He held my hips like a vice grip, leaving faint marks to be found tomorrow no doubt.

He fucked me hard and fast. I loved it when he was aggressive with me, when he dominated me. He pumped hard, his hips slapping against my ass obscenely. Despite having come twice already, the second time mere minutes ago, I felt another one building as he fucked me like this. I started pushing my hips back to meet him, the sound of our wet skin slapping together bouncing off the walls. 

He was panting and grunting. I could feel his sweat dripping onto my back, his fingers digging into my flesh. He leaned down and wrapped his arms around me, resting his stomach on my back, and fucked me even harder. I started to feel the familiar tightening in my pussy. 

I felt him tense behind him, his body going rigid and he pushed himself in as far as his cock would go. He pulled my hair and the feel of his sharp teeth on my shoulder pushed me over the edge as he exploded inside me. I could feel his cock swell and spray my womb with his seed. We moaned and cried out together, drowning in our mutual ecstasy. 

Exhausted, we both collapsed forward on the bed, panting and sweaty. He lay on top of me, breathing heavily into my ear. I could feel his rapid heartbeat through his chest against my back. His long hair stuck to my sweaty skin. I closed my eyes, a tired, half smile on my face. I let out a long, contented sigh before the light faded into sleep.

Post-Game Party



I had heard the stories of what went on after the girls’ basketball games. Hell, every guy in school had. But I had to know for sure.

They had just won a fantastic victory over Leyson Tech. The crowd was all riled up, and the girls were jumping around in those little shorts and tank tops they had. Most of them had no qualms about showing off some of their sports bras. The more discreet girls had t-shirts on underneath. Girls from the whole school; eighteen year olds so cute and innocent, twenty-two year olds who could be models. But I knew something else was up. I could hear it in the whispers of girls in the halls, in their giggles at lunch. That was why I hid underneath a huge pile of mats, like an idiot, in the corner of the gym, by the door to the locker room. I had been there since four that afternoon. Now I was ready for some gratification.

“Thank you all for coming,” said Mrs. Smith, president of the basketball moms’ society. You can tell that Meyers Community was a small college through the mere existence of such a club. “Our girls really love what you fans do for them!” Eruption of cheers. “And since we had a great victory tonight, all players and their moms can stay for our victory party!” Her eyes lit up as she said this, and from the crack in my hiding spot I could see that several girls were very excited as well. Soon, all of the fans had left. The moms of the basketball team were amazing. Every single one was gorgeous, elegant in their early fifties. Some of the freshman moms were in their late thirties, and they looked great as well. Mrs. Smith paced for a bit, in her smooth black slacks and loafers. 

A T-shirt with the team’s logo on it only served to accentuate her curves. “Ok, girls. Whose turn is it for team initiation?” A smallish girl got up. I recognized her as Katie Alba, a member of the school choir. Her freckled cheeks were adorable, and there was a noticeable bulge in the front of her top. “Me,” she said. I saw that she was visibly shaking. “Alright then,” said Mrs. Smith, “Thea, Patience, Jen, and Laura, take her down.” The four girls bounced to their feet, grabbed the young girl by the arms, and dashed into the stairwell down to the locker room. “All right, everyone, let’s get started!” As everyone cheered at Mrs. Smith, I snuck out of my hiding spot and slowly snuck down the stairs.

As I crept through the locker room, I could hear voices from the corner. I was already sweating; the locker room was very stuffy. “I… I don’t know if I could do it…” I heard Katie’s voice tremble. “Shhh… shut up! You’ll love it!” shouted Patience, a blonde fourth-year with lucious pink flesh (her legs seemed always freshly shaven) and the juiciest ass I ever saw on a woman. And as I crept over, hiding behind a locker, there was Patience rubbing young Katie’s ass. It was done gently, and Patience’s eyes shimmered with anticipation. Then, all four older girls pulled out bottles of water from a basket they had set up, and poured them all over Katie. It must have been ice cold because Katie began to yelp and moan with discomfort. And with each bottle, the girl pouring would knead the water into Katie’s clothes, and then pour another freezing bottle. 

Thea worked on her tiny chest, Jen on her back, Laura on her ass, and Patience below the stomach. Patience carefully balanced a bottle by Katie’s shorts, not spilling a drop. “Need any more?” she said with a very naughty smile. 

“No!!! Please, it’s too much!” moaned Katie, but she was soon frozen in a screech as Patience poured the whole bottle into her shorts, rather than on them. I could barely believe my eyes! My dick had never been so hard before! But the fun was just beginning. There were no more bottles left, and Katie stood shivering, her uniform clinging to her every curve. 

“Alright,” said Patience, “Let’s keep it moving.” 

Katie nodded, and slowly bent down to take off her sneakers. She slid them off without untying them; her gray sweat-socks were soaking too. She then arched her back and walked up to Patience. And to my utter delight, I watched little Katie lick Patience’s lips slowly and gracefully, as if savoring the taste. Then she pushed her tongue softly into Patience’s waiting mouth. I could see Patience softly sucking on the young tongue within her mouth, and I heard her purr contentedly as she began to stroke Katie’s thighs. Then Katie repeated her act for the other three, moistening the girls’ lips before enveloping them in a wet kiss. Jen, a second-year with pony-tailed brown hair and a skinny frame grabbed Katie and kissed her again after her turn was up. And then again as Katie tried to stop. And again after that. All the other girls grinned. Finally, Jen had her fill and let Katie go. 

“Now for the good parts!” said Patience. I could scarcely imagine how this could get much better. Katie walked away from the girls for a bit, then spun towards them on her wet socks. She then nervously puckered her sweet little lips and blew a kiss at the girls. Then she slowly removed her tank top (number 3) and began to finger her sopping T-shirt. Her face was as red as a beet. And slowly, tears streamed down her face. Tears turned to choked sobs, and then full bawling. The girls were obviously aroused by this turn of events, and I will admit that I was too. And then disaster struck as I tripped over my own feet trying to get a better view of the sobbing girl. I fell right into view.

“A boy!” whispered Patience. “A boy…” I was shaking with a mixture of lust and total, raw fear. What would happen? Knowing how fucked up this team was, they might castrate me! But Patience smiled wider than I ever saw her smile before. She turned to Katie, who was also stunned. 

“So, are you nervous about being naked?” Katie nodded, cheeks flaming red. “Well we might as well throw you in totally. “ She turned to me and said, “You! Pull out your dick. Yeah, I see your bulge.” I hesitated, unsure of if I hung on the prepice of Heaven or Hell. 

“Do it or I’ll tell everyone you’re here!” she sneered. That solves that. I unzipped my pants, and eased out my cock. It was at least eight inches erect (funny, it had never seemed that big before…). Katie’s eyes widened; she had obviously never seen one before. Then, without warning, the other girls pulled up her shirt over her head, and pulled off her shorts. She had a white bra and panties, just as all good girls wore. Her bra was too small, almost bursting from the pressure of her bouncy tits. Her panties clung tightly to her cunt, and I could see small hairs sticking out from the leg holes. “Well, do it!” shouted Patience. Katie softly undid her bra, and it bounced off her. Her breasts were like tennis balls, perfectly round. Her nipples were hard, and my cock seemed to grow even harder looking at them. She slipped her panties down to her feet. She spun around on her socks, which was all she wore now, giving us all a good view of her soft baby ass, and slightly fuzzy cunt. 

“I got an idea,” said Thea, almost licking her lips in anticipation. She whispered to the other girls who whispered back excitedly. They all walked to Katie, who was still modeling her body, and lifted her up. Katie shrieked as they held her in the air spread-eagle, her back to the ceiling, one girl holding each arm or leg. Then they carried her forward, still yelping, till her face was touching my penis. Her breath was hot, and pre-cum began to dribble out of my starving dick. The clear syrup touched her cheeks, making them sticky. She tried to lick it off, but only hit my dick instead. I was in heaven! Apparently finding enjoyment suddenly, Katie began licking my cock, first with quick laps, then longer licks. “Mmmmm… it tastes so good…” she murmured. 

Unable to control myself any longer, I grasped the sides of her head as softly as possible, and pushed my cock into her mouth. She began to suck it so hard, I thought I’d cum right there. But then she softened up, and I could feel her tongue explore my penis within her mouth. Then she would suck rhythmically, each suck tempered with a tongue massage. I couldn’t stand the pleasure, and I could feel my pre-cum flowing into her mouth. But Katie cooed and groaned and moaned fiercely; she was definitely enjoying her first blowjob. And just to make things even better Thea said, “Don’t worry about holding her. We’ll do the rest.” 

So I put my arms behind my head and basked in the glory. The four girls began to sway Katie back and forth in the air; my cock slid farther and farther into her mouth, and then slipped out a bit, and slid back in when they swayed her close. The swaying grew faster and harder, my dick was almost totally in her mouth, almost down my pubes! Then only the head was inside, being licked like a Tootsie-Pop, then I could feel the goosebumps on her nose as her face was pressed against my waist, my dick totally swallowed. I couldn’t help it; I began to move in union with the swaying. I had to shut my eyes to handle the pleasure; I saw this girl every Friday in mass, singing her lungs out. 

And now I was fucking her mouth. I grabbed her little boobs, handing in the air, and softly stroked them as I enjoyed my blowjob. I stroked her back with the tips of my fingers as I heard her muffled cries of joy grow louder and louder. I leaned my whole body forward as I felt her soft, tiny ass in my hands. My dick grew hotter and the pleasure more intense than anything I had ever felt! And finally, I came as the girls’ swaying and my own pumping reached a level so fierce I thought I’d knock out poor Katie’s teeth. I screamed aloud as my orgasm lasted for what seemed like an hour. 

Then I finished and the girls set Katie down, cum all over her chin; some had even splashed up to her nose. She sat for a second, swallowing all my cum, and covering her hands with the residue on her face. And she licked her hands clean, like a little girl finishing a messy ice cream cone. Before I could do anything, she hopped to her feet and hugged me till I thought my ribs would shatter. Then she planted soft baby kisses all over my face while murmuring “Thank you… thank you” I smiled at her, and she would not stop giggling and licking her fingers. But I didn’t have much time to think about anything, like how I didn’t choke her to death, or why she even liked the taste of cum…

“Nice job,” smiled Patience. “We thought she’d be a little nervous at her initiation, but you seemed to fix that.” Her smile grew wider and wider. “But you see, now we didn’t get our reward for taking care of her.” I was amazed as the four older girls surrounded me, and was all the more amazed that my dick was fully erect again. Laura, who had said nothing and done little the entire time, crept up to me and whispered, “Take all of your clothes off.” I couldn’t help but nod in agreement. I stood back for a second to look at the four girls, and quickly pulled off everything I had on. The four cheered playfully as I tossed off my last shred of clothing. Patience leaned back against a locker and said to Katie, who was lying naked and content on a bench, “Watch what you’ll get if you stay with the team.” She turned to me and said, “Now strip the three of them.” 

I nodded goofily, and walked up to Thea first. I had always been trying to peek up her skirt in Drama practice, and now she was all mine. I gingerly plucked off her tank top and pulled down her shorts, revealing a lacy green bra, and matching thong. I stood and admired her beauty for a second. Thea was perfectly tanned, and very well built. Her boobs felt like tender muscles as she hugged me and planted a soft, wet kiss on my chest. My dick was pressed into her soft tummy, and it felt so good, even as her kisses ascended my neck. I eased her back and kissed her deeply on the mouth, exploring every inch of her inside with my tongue. 

As I kissed her, I felt the soft touch of Laura’s uniform on my nude back, as she stroked me with her warm hands. Not wanting to leave her out, I hastily finished my kiss with Thea and unhooked her bra. Her tits sagged just a bit, but they were very big, and perfectly tanned. I turned to Laura and we shared our own kiss, which was so long that I had to pull her tank top down over her stomach so as not to interrupt it. By the time our kiss was done, Laura wore nothing but tiny plaid cotton panties. Eager to please her, I bent down and pulled the undies off, revealing a nice bush of brown hair, neatly trimmed. I kissed her pussy, and Laura moaned with agreement. 

I teased her lips with my tongue, slowly dipping into her delicious cunt for just a second every few licks. As I pleasured Laura, I felt Thea’s soft embrace behind me, and felt her hot saliva on my back as she kissed forcibly with her tongue up and down. As Thea worked on my back, I saw Laura jerk away; Jen had pushed her. Jen’s uniform flew off her skinny body, and her gray sports underwear would have gone even quicker had Thea not been so adept at pleasuring me. Jen smelled so good I could barely contain myself; she had on her special basketball perfume. When she passed me by in the hall on the way to an early game, I cracked a boner immediately. And now she was naked for me, save for her sneakers. I hugged her tightly, absorbing her aroma, feeling her skinny body and running my fingers up and down her ribcage. She smiled and squealed; she knew I was about to fuck her brains out! 

But then I shouted, and moaned, and gasped, as I felt Thea stuff her fat, soft tongue into my asshole. I had never felt so good, and pre-cum streamed forth from my dick. I let her tease me like that for a while and spun around. Thea was grinning wildly, still in her thong. Having gained my attention, she turned around as well and began to smack her ass. I got the idea, and pulled her thong off. It was difficult; Thea had a big ass. Not fat, just wonderfully big, like her boobs. The thong was very tight, and it had difficulty getting over her sneakers. But now her ass was free, and I licked her hole to the sound of her groaning and cooing. Then I began to play with it with my fingers, and stuffed my whole index finger in. Thea yelped, and I pulled it out quickly.

But she shouted, “More! More!!!”, so I slowly inserted each of my fingers into her ass, one by one, making sure to offer copious licks after each penetration. And all the while, Jen was still hugging me from behind, rubbing her face all over me. And just when I thought things could get no better, I felt the soft grasp of Laura hand on my cock, and she began to stroke it very slowly, her legs wrapped around mine and Jen’s. These three girls, all were wearing nothing but their Sketchers. All enjoying me. And right in the middle of it all…

“STOP!!!”, shouted Patience. The three girls got up and walked over to Patience. Patience smacked each on the bottom and they sat with Katie, who was gently masturbating on the bench, having watched the whole thing. “Now, sexy,” said Patience, “You’re going to give me a big, fat kiss. And you’re not going to stop till I tell you.” This I couldn’t wait for! I had spent so many nights jerking off, dreaming of Patience. I thought she was the hottest girl in school. And I took just one look at Patience’s soft pink legs, her bright blonde hair, her body just begging me to unveil, and I jumped right in. Patience was a very good kisser; the best I had ever had. Her mouth tasted like mints, and she knew just when to suck. We teased each other’s tongues, wrapped them around each other, took turns sucking, and even occasionally popped out to lick each other’s lips. They tasted like strawberries. And we kept up this awesome kiss for minutes, growing rougher at times, then softer and more playful.

Finally, Patience eased away, still in my arms. We turned and saw the girls on the bench playing with each other, stroking each other’s pussies and licking their fingers. Katie was practically on Thea’s lap as the two fingered one another, and her socked foot was gently stroking Laura’s thigh, as she and Jen enjoyed themselves. Patience looked at me and said, “Now let’s give them a real show. I want you to rip all of my clothes off, and lick every inch of me.” I drew in my breath more quickly with each word she said. Patience smiled, bit her lip, and added, “Just like you’re gonna do to me every day from now on.”

That was it. I shoved Patience away from me so I could savor one last look at her uniform. Every guy in that crowd must have been wishing they could do what I was about to. Patience tucked her arms behind her, making her breasts seem even fuller than they already did. “C’mon, hottie,” she whispered. I reached out and stroked her cheek; she smiled so serenely, so coyly. Then with all of my might I tore her tank top off, and caressed the fabric of her blue and gray bra. It had a small Playboy bunny on it. The elastic on her shorts was even tougher to break, but I got them off with one pull. Her panties matched the bra, and there was a tiny wet spot on her cunt. 

She glanced down at herself. “Couldn’t help myself. I thought it was really hot, the way you played with my friends,” she explained. As I slowly began to work my fingers down into her briefs, she whispered, “No, get my shoes and socks off first. I wanna be totally naked. So I bent down and untied her shoes. Slowly, I pulled them off. Her socks were gray and floppy, which I thought was very sexy. I softly kissed her feet for a minute, then lifted one foot up and pulled the sock off very slowly with my teeth. I popped her big toe into my mouth, and sucked it gently. I heard her groaning in satisfaction from above. I sucked on each of her toes, then did the same to the other foot, kissing and rubbing all over. I looked up and saw Patience fingering herself right through her panties. I stood up a bit and pushed on her hand, moving it deeper into her cunt. I stood and got behind her, and began to lick her near the top of her back and around the base of her neck. All the time, I helped her masturbate. My cock was right up against her ass, and I began to grind it against her just a bit. Patience began to sweat all over, and her moans grew very intense as I continued to pleasure her. 

Then, I backed up to view the small puddle my pre-cum had left on her ass. I turned her around and saw that the dampness on her front was much bigger now; almost her whole cunt was soaked! I kissed her flushed face a few times, then tore her bra off, freeing those lucious tits. They were bright and pink and moist from sweat. I breathed softly on one of them, and popped the rock-hard nipple into my mouth. I sucked and sucked and teased with my tongue, and soon I was licking them both ferociously. I squished them together and pinched them, then licked them more. I was losing control. I pushed Patience to her knees and rammed my cock between those wonderful boobs, and massaged myself. I began to fuck her tits, just like I fucked Katie’s mouth, and soon they were sticky with my pre-cum. But I controlled myself this time. 

I pulled out and shoved Patience down onto all fours. I got right behind her and ripped her panties away. I was totally correct. Patience had the most awesome ass I had ever seen. So smooth and tender; not huge, but fleshy and juicy. I gave Patience exactly the same treatment I gave Thea, but no one interrupted me this time. After inserting each finger in twice, all the way down to the knuckle, I flipped her over and began to do as she had first asked. I licked every inch of her, from her toes to her hair. Each time I passed her face, she rewarded me with a lengthy kiss, which quickly turned to licks. Before we knew it, we were licking each other like we were covered in honey, giving special attention to each other’s more sensitive parts. Her pussy was totally shaved, and her lips were thick and red. She gave great head. 

And finally, after what had to be half an hour of licking and sucking, I jumped up, picked her up, and began to fuck her standing. The smell of her moist, freshly licked skin was intoxicating. She came in seconds, screaming out her orgasm as loud as she could. I kept fucking her after she came, savoring every pump, indulging myself in her body. And ten minutes later I shot the biggest load I ever had; I swear I must have cum for a minute straight. I set Patience down on her feet. She wobbled a bit and hugged me, burying her face in my chest. “Oh yeah,” she muttered, “Every fucking day for the rest of school…”




Post- Game Party Pt. 01



ONE

Josh Miller and I became buddies in the 5th grade. Being, at that time, one of the bigger kids in class he was not above bullying those he thought he could push around. I know I suprised him when, after he had stomped on my lunch thus splattering the creme filling of my Twinkies in a lovely starburst pattern across the cafeteria floor, I bloodied his nose with a short right. I took some lumps in return, but a friendship bloomed out of the respect I earned on that day and we became nearly inseparable.

For the past two years, Josh and I had manned the inside linebacker spots on the Middleton Bison football team. We had made it to the State semi-finals our junior year, and our senior season was turning into something special. With Jamal Demens and N'keese Richards on the outside, our linebacking was crazy solid. We had not given up a rushing touchdown or more than 10 points in our first six games.

We pushed each other on and off the field, working like maniacs in the weight room, and with our equipment on we were nearly mirror images of each other. Standing 6'1" and carrying 225 pounds of lean muscle, the only distinguishing characteristic was Josh's dark hair which he wore long, flowing out from under his helmet as a tribute to his idol in the NFL. I kept my blonde hair cut short, never liking to fool with it much.

During the season, a group of the football parents had a rotating house party after each home game, and Josh's family was next in line. He lived in what was probably the biggest house in Middleton which was saying something given the overall affluence of our little suburb. His mom's father was insanely wealthy and Josh's dad was given an executive position in the family business shortly after he married Josh's mom. From what I could tell, he had it pretty sweet since he was usually gone on expensive golf trips and other "travel" which, as far as the IRS was concerned, was work related. 

Josh was pissed that his mom had insisted that he come home after the game, since we would usually grab some beer and some silly Bison Club girls to wind down. But I knew that my parents would be there as well so I volunteered to go with him to ease the pain a bit.

The game was a complete blow-out, neither of us were in the second half, allowing the back-ups to earn some playing time in hopes of getting a Varsity letter. As a result, Josh and I were much less sore and tired than usual which only added to our frustration that we wouldn't be out looking for some easy pussy.

TWO

As expected, the Millers threw a great party; the food that his mom had catered was awesome and the booze was flowing at an insane pace.

Shortly after midnite, Josh's dad invited several of the remaining dads downstairs to their elaborate basement, or the "compound" as he called it, to play some poker, while my mom and a few of the others were helping Mrs. Miller clean up. 

Josh and I were sitting with one of our assitant coaches, Micah Graham, who always seemed to get invited to these type of parties during the season, making him the only minority in attendance. Micah was very cool, having just recently graduated from Louisville where he had been a running back. He still looked like he could strap it on, his broadly muscled shoulders,deep chest, and thick legs were impressively displayed when he lifted with us.

As we talked, my eyes kept wandering towards the incredibly sexy form of Randi Boehmon who was helping in the kitchen. Although she was a bit older then the other women in my mom's social circle, she managed to remain at the top of the MILF list my buddies and I would put together from time to time. Her son had been a stand-out safety a few years back and had gone on to have a very solid career at Cincinnati. Her daughter Katie was smoking hot and had graduated two years ahead of me.

A petite woman with a slim waist, tight ass and lovely slender legs, she had obviously gotten her boobs done a few years ago with incredible results. Josh had commented that several of the other "soccer moms" at our country club had quickly followed her lead after seeing Mrs. Boehmon nearly bursting from a sexy two-piece at the pool, her piercing blue eyes framed wonderfully by her platinum blonde angled bob-cut, her long side bangs just brushing the tops of her tanned and toned shoulders, the ends curling under her chin in erotic fashion.

Mrs. Boehmon was wearing a black off the shoulder smocked top above a short tan skirt, her wonderful cleavage stretching the fabric near its limits. She was wearing a pair of slingback platforms with spiked heels which caused her calf muscles to flex invitingly when she walked.

After she had finished in the kitchen, I watched as she reached into her purse, retrieving a pack of Virginia Slims Menthol 120s and a tiny gold lighter. Showing the pack to my mother, she raised her eyebrown in a questioning manner, a sly grin tugging at the corner of her thickly glossed lips.

My mom smiled in return, glancing over her shoulder at Mrs. Miller who was rinsing some glasses in the kitchen.

"Hey Lil . . . " my mom called, using Mrs. Miller's nickname. "Randi and I are going outside to be a little naughty. Do you want to join us?"

It was funny to watch my mom and her friends sneak outside to smoke after they had been drinking. Like no one was going to notice them standing out on the porch.

"You girls go ahead . . . I've got a few more things to clean up . . . Thanks anyway."

I watched as my mom followed Mrs. Boehmon out to the large deck looking over the Miller's lavishly landcaped back yard. Mrs. Boehmon cracked the top of the hard pack and my mom pulled one of the the long white cigarettes out, flipping it between her fingers as she waited for her partner in crime to do the same. Mom brought the cigarette to her lips, leaning forward slightly bringing its tip to the flame Mrs. Boehmon had struck. She inhaled deeply, raising her chin to release a thin stream up into the cool night air. Mrs. Boehmon cupped her hands around the end of her cigarette and thumbed a spark, her hand falling to her side as she exhaled.

Although she had just turned 43, my mom could pass for a woman half her age. Slightly taller than Mrs. Boehmon, she had long brown hair with some sexy blonde highlights, beautiful hazel eyes and pouty lips. She'd been blessed with slim hips, a wonderfully shaped ass and the legs of a dancer. And even though she couldn't compete with Mrs. Boehmon since her enhancements, her breast were still full and firm, pushing against her polo shirt as she took another long, slow drag.

I knew that my mom was on the MILF lists my teamates made when I wasn't around, and I was proud of the fact she kept herself in such great shape.

THREE

I was so involved in staring at Mrs. Boehmon, my cock stirring as I fantasized about stripping her naked to get a look at those great tits, that I was startled by Josh's mom who had appeared next to my chair.

"Hey." she whispered in a low tone, smiling when she saw the suprised look on my face. She glanced out towards the deck where the object of my attention was so clearly apparent and I thought I noticed her taking a quick peek at my crotch, my hard-on pushing tightly against my jeans.

Her gorgeous green eyes twinkled with amusement at the stupid look on my face as I deperately tried to regain my composure. Mrs. Miller had long, dirty blonde hair that fell past her shoulders, her trim body looking fantastic in a white sleeveless V-neck blouse over top of a pair of tight cropped jeans with a rolled cuff that rode low on her hips. Her toe-nails had been recently done in a deep red shade, and they peeped out the front of her strappy sandals. I knew that Mrs. Miller spent a ton of cash at the local salon and spa, her hair, make-up and jewlery making her look like she was perpetually ready for a photo shoot.

I noticed for the first time that Josh and Micah had left at some point, leaving me alone with Mrs. Miller. 

"Phillip . . . If I could pull you away from your thoughts for a moment . . . " It was clear that she was teasing me. "I've got something upstairs you might like to see."

"Oh . . . Sure Mrs. Miller. " I sputtered as I got to my feet, hoping my hard-on was less noticeable, but watching as she dropped her eyes again, a knowing smile on her wetly shining lips.

FOUR

I followed Mrs. Miller up the large, dramatically sweeping staircase that led to the second floor, my eyes glued to her cute little ass, loving the way she moved on her spiked heels.

We went into the spacious master suite she shared with her husband and I followed her back through the master bath and into an incredibly large walk-in closet. The closet was larger than my little sister's bedroom and it looked like a boutique with all of Mrs. Miller's clothes and an insane number of shoes tucked neatly into the built in cabinetry.

A large vanity table with her make-up, lotions and perfume took up the back of the closet, with a large bench seat in front of a big lighted mirror, bringing to mind a Hollywood star's dressing room.

Mrs. Miller picked up an old Middleton year book that was lying on the vanity top and sat down on the cushioned bench, patting the space next to her in invation. I sat down next to her as she flipped through the pages.

"Here's some pictures of your mother and I when we were cheering together." she told me, sliding the open book on my lap. "This was the year that your father was all-state."

"Wow . . .You guys must have been plenty popular." I replied. After a moment, I asked "Why does my mom call you Lil?"

Mrs. Miller threw her head back and laughed. "Your father actually gave me that name. They used to call me L.T. which was short for 'little tits'. Overtime it just became Lil."

Unable to stop myself, my eyes slid down her chest. Although they weren't Boehmon quality, Mrs. Miller had quite a nice set. When I quickly raised my eyes, I found that Mrs. Miller had been watching me. I felt my pulse jump when she grabbed her boobs and bounced them up and down.

"I know . . . The name doesn't really fit now does it." She smiled. "I was what you would call a late bloomer!"

I turned my attention back to the yearbook, hoping to change the subject. 

"He and I dated, you know . . . your father I mean. That was before he got together with your mom."

"I didn't know that." I responded, trying to keep my voice calm, still unnerved to be sitting alone with my buddie's hot mom under these strange and erotic circumstances.

"Yeah . . ." she added wistfully. "I caught them screwing in Mustang." 

My throat tightened as I raised my eyes, wondering if I was somehow imagining this conversation.

I found Mrs. Miller's killer green eyes seeming to mist over as she slowly reached over and ran the back of her hand softly down the side of my face. "God . . . You look so much like your father when he was in school." It seemed like time had stopped and I could hear the blood rushing in my ears.

Mrs. Miller leaned over and, taking my chin in her hand, kissed me softly on the lips, the tip of her tongue darting into my mouth, shooting sparks when it touched mine. She pulled back with an amused look on her beautiful face as I managed to say:

"Mrs. Miller . . . We shouldn't be . . . I mean . . . What are you doing?"

She kissed me again, her arms now draped over my shoulders and this time I returned her kisses with passion.

"Well . . .!" she replied flirtatiously, our lips smacking. "Right now . . . I'm kissing your gorgeous lips . . ." She kissed me again in emphasis, " . . . then I was hoping would would let me suck that big cock of yours . . . " she gave my straining cock a firm squeeze, " . . . before I let you fuck me!!"

FIVE

Her hands cradled the sides of my face as she kissed me, her tongue sliding deliciously over mine. I took the weight of one of her "little" tits in my hand, my thumb finding an already hard nipple pushing through the thin fabric of her blouse.

Mrs. Miller dropped her hands to my waist skillfully unbuckling my belt and unsnapping my jeans. As we contined to kiss, her hands slid in my shorts, reaching for my rock hard pole. She pulled her lips from mine with a wet smack, already panting with lust.

I got to my feet and she pulled my pants to my ankles with one quick motion, a lewd smile on her sexy face as she reached for me. She softly stroked me with one hand as she cupped my heavy ball sack with the other.

"Oh my . . .!!" she cooed with approval, " . . . you're even bigger than your father!! And I am so glad you shave your balls!" she laughed. "They are so much nicer to suck that way!!"

Her tongue snaked out and tickled the sensitive underside of my helmet shaped head. Lifting my thick shaft up, she used just the tip of her tongue to slowly lick up the length of my cock, over and over again driving me crazy with desire. She stuck her tongue out and placed the head of my dick on it, like it was a fat jewelstone displayed on a satin pillow, before slowly pushing my cock past her lips into the warm wetness of her mouth.

"MMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!' she moaned as her head began bobbing a slow, steady rhythm, her fingers splayed on the thick muscles of my thighs. She knelt between my legs as I sat back on the cushioned bench.

Mrs. Miller made love to my cock with her mouth, sucking my balls as she stroked me, groaning wantonly, her eyes closed in concentration. Using both of her hands, she encircled the base of my cock, my hard shaft pointed towards her face like a rocket ready to explode. Her head moving like a piston now, her big dangling earrings swinging as my cock slid into her hungry mouth.

Just when I thought she was trying to get me off with this amazing blow job, she pulled her lips away with a pop, her eyes burning with raw passion, a sexy sneer on her face.

"Get out of those clothes." she instructed, as she got to her feet, kicking off her sexy heels as she unsnapped her tight jeans, walking them down over the gentle swell of her hips, revealing a sexy black lace thong.

By the time I had pulled off my shoes and tore my shirt over my head, Mrs. Miller was reaching behind her back to unsnap her bra, peeling it off her arms and tossing it on the floor of her closet.

I took her into my arms, kissing her hard on the mouth, our tongues searching. I could feel the heat of her naked skin on mine as her breasts squeezed against my chest. She had one hand behind my head as she pulled my lips against hers, continuing to stroke my aching hard-on.

I slid my hand down her toned tummy and into the top of her thong, feeling a tightly trimmed bush, before my finger slid deep into her soaking slit. As I worked the slick inside wall of her pussy, I felt her shudder as our lips smacked wetly, soft moans of pleasure spilling from her lips.

She forcefully pushed me back down onto the cushioned bench seat in front of her vanity and deftly peeled her thong down her slender legs. Bracing herself on my shoulders, she straddled me, her knees otside my hips, her tight, little ass positioned above my rock hard dick.

As she lowered her ass, Mrs. Miller reached between her legs to grab me, rubbing the swollen head of my cock against her equally swollen labia, before plunging her steaming pussy down onto my thick pole.

Mrs. Miller began slowly fucking me, grinding her clit against me as she wiggled back and forth, her tight, slick pussy gripping me like a silken hand. 

"Ohhhh . . . Yes!!!! MMMMMMmmmmm . . . that feels so good, Baby!!! You are so fucking hard!!!!!"

She gave a little shiver as she started to fuck me faster, her head thrown back, her lips pursed in a wetly shining "O".

She moaned when I leaned forward, lifting one of her bouncing tits to my mouth, taking a hard nipple into my lips. Her hands were on the back of my head as I suckled her, my cock buried deep in her married pussy.

I slid my hands down to grab the hard globes of her ass, squeezing her pussy even tighter on my cock before standing up, lifting the sexy MILF with me.

Mrs. Miller laughed in suprise, crossing her ankles behind my waist, her fingers laced behind my neck as I started to bounce her on my cock, driving deeper and deeper into my friend's slutty mom.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh . . . Baby, You feel . . . Ohhhhhh . . . Fuck me, Baby!!!!!! FUCK ME!!!! I've wanted this for so . . . fucking . . . long!!! . . . OHHHHH GAWWWD!!!!!" she moaned as I slammed even harder into her.

I turned so I could rest her ass on the vanity top. Mrs. Miller sliding her hands up the side of my face pulling my lips to hers. We stared deeply into each other's eyes as we kissed, and I could feel her pussy muscles squeezing my shaft.

I started to fuck her with slow, deep strokes, pulling out until just the head of my cock was still inside of her. Her ass started sqirming when I began to gradually pick up the pace of my thrusts, her legs still wrapped around my waist.

"Ohhh .. . . OOOOhhhhh . . . FUCK!!!!! Yes . . . . Yes . . . YESSSSSSS!!!!!"

I felt her body draw up tight, her legs and arms squeezing me hard, her head thrown back, eyes screwed shut. I felt her pussy swell around my hard shaft as she came, her body quivering as she ground her hips against me, her breathing ragged, her mouth opened wide.

I continued to pound her as her orgasm rolled over her lovely body, as I felt my balls tighten, her sloppy wet pussy surrounding me. Sensing I was close, I heard Mrs. Miller panting as she growled:

"Fuck me, Baby!!! . . . Fuck me!!!! I want to feel you cum inside my pussy!!!!! She pleaded before pulling my lips to hers, her tongue thrust hard into my mouth.

With a loud groan, I shot my load deep into her, shuddering as my cock jerked between her legs.I was gritting my teeth as Mrs. Miller writhed in rhythm with my hard thrusts drawing rope after rope of my jizz deep into her womb.

My heart was still pounding in my chest when I opened my eyes to find Mrs. Miller looking up at me with a warm smile.

"Jesus . . .!!" she laughed. "I should've fucked you a long time ago!!!!"

SIX

After quickly getting dressed, I passed Mrs. Miller in master bathroom. Still naked, she was standing in front of the mirror running a brush through her hair. 

Catching my eye in the mirror, she smiled brightly. "I'll be down in a few minutes, sweetie!" And as she disappeared into the closet, she seemed pleased as she was softly talking to herself, "Well . . . I think I've fucked all the linebackers now . . . "

I was just about to open the door to the hallway when I thought I heard somebody outside. I stood quietly, listening intently, suddenly wondering how I could explain to Mr. Miller what I was doing in his bedroom.

After a few seconds, I thought I heard a woman laughing in a hushed tone, and a deeper voice in response. I slowly cracked the door and peeked down the darkened hallway to the top of the stairs.

In a clear silhoutte, I recognized Micah Graham leading my mother by the hand as she glanced anxiously down the staircase over her shoulder.

"Baby!" she whispered nervouly, as she stifled a laugh. "We shouldn't be doing this. My husband's in the basement. . . I told you that I'd be over tomorrow when he's playing golf!!"

Micah stopped and pulled her close, his hands on her waist as my mom threw her arms over his broad shoulders.

"Girl . . . I can't wait that long! Damn, . . . You look good tonight! I saw the way you were shaking your ass . . . Don't tell me your'e not wanting this too!!"

As he lowered his head, my mother lifted her chin, mouth opening, tongue extending to meet his and I could hear their lips smacking as they kissed passionately, his big hands sliding down to squeeze her tight ass as she drank long, deep kisses from his full lips.

My mother pulled away reluctantly from his hot embrace, and took him by the hand. "Okay . . . But we have to be quick!" They passed within inches of me as they headed down the hallway, never aware of their audience.




Post- Game Party Pt. 01



As they turned into one of the guest bedrooms, Micah was joking with her when he asked "When have we ever done this quickly?!", and I heard my mother's husky laugh in response.

Stunned, I stood quietly in the doorway. Never once had I suspected that my mom would be running around on my dad. They never argued, they spent alot of time together, and both my parents kept themselves in great shape. "Jesus . . . How long had she been fucking him?" I wondered.

I was startled when I felt Mrs. Miller wrap her arms around my waist from behind, her breasts pushing into my back. I wasn't sure how much she had seen until she whispered "Well . . . That's certainly a suprise." "The last I heard, he was still Randi Boehmon's boy-toy." she added as if we were discussing the weather.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Oh well . . . I'll let those two bitches sort things out." When she reached down between my legs I was shocked to find that my cock was rock hard, almost painfully so.

Mrs. Miller quickly fell to her knees, unzipped my fly and pulled my straining cock free.

"I want to taste you again!" she purred as she closed the door, before sliding her luscious lips over the engorged head of dick.

Looking up at me, smiling lewdly as she fisted my shaft she teased "I might be a little worried if I was you . . . Like I told you earlier . . . Your mother has been know to steal my lovers!" before taking me back into her wonderful mouth.



Post- Game Party Pt. 02



ONE

Moving like I was in a dream, I walked down the hallway towards the bedroom where my mother had taken Micah. I was familiar with the room's lay-out, having used it numerous times for much the same purpose, and knew that the size of the room and the location of the bed might allow me to peek inside undetected.

I slowly turned the door knob, hoping that they hadn't taken time to lock it, and felt my heart skip a beat when I realized the door had been left open. Cracking it just enough that I could see inside, I eased myself forward.

My mother and Micah were both completely naked on the bed, their bodies cast in the warm glow of a single bedside lamp. Micah was on his back with his tree trunk legs splayed wide open and my mother was bent over her knees by his waist, eagerly sucking his cock.

Her head was bobbing a slow, steady rhythm, one hand working in unision with her mouth, the other gently massaging his heavy ball sack. I could hear my mother moaning as she blew him, his thick, dark pole clearly enjoying her oral efforts.

"MMMMMmmmmmmmmmmm . . . .Baby!!!" she moaned, her tongue snaking out to tickle the sensitive underside of his fat mushroom-shaped crown. "I love sucking your big cock!! It's all I could think about during the game!!!"

Micah groaned as she slid her wetly shining lips back over the top of his dick, her mouth crammed full of his dark meat, her lips and both hands now furiously working his manhood.

"AAAAAaaaaaahhhh . . . Girl . . . I couldn't wait to pop that pussy of yours again!!" he moaned as my mom continued to grunt and slurp , the wet sounds of a seriously sloppy, well performed blow job was filling the room, my mother moaning like she was savoring a sweet treat.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good . . .!!"

My mother pulled her lips off his straining cock with a loud pop. Looking up at Micah as she slowly licked the length of his shaft, her voice thick with passion she asked "You promise?!", before taking him back into her mouth.

"Oh . . . I promise!!!" Micah chuckled in amused response, raising his head to watch his long pole disappear into my mom's hungry mouth.

With a soft cry, my mom quickly moved to lay on top of him, her lips pressed hard to his.

"Now!!!' she urgently pleaded with him as Micah took her into his arms.

TWO

Micah kept his mouth locked onto her's as he rolled her over onto her back. He kneeled between her outstretched legs as my mother laid back, looking up longingly at her young lover. Her hands were softly sliding up and down his thickly muscled arms, his hands planted on either side of her head, his elbows locked.

"What do you you want me to do with this?!" he whispered to her. "Want me to put it in you? Tell me!!!"

"Please . . .please . . .put your cock in me!!' I heard my mother beg, her voice thick with passion.

"Say it again!!" Micah told her sternly.

My mother raised her head and kissed him hard on the lips, her tongue darting briefly into his mouth before laying back down on the bed, wiggling in excitement.

"Please Micah . . .Put your cock in me!! . . . Please fuck me, Baby!!!! I want you to fuck me with with your big . . .black . . . cock!!!"

As Micah slowly leaned forward, my mother slid her hands up his arms, moving them slowly across the width of his broad shoulders, up behind his bull neck before lacing her fingers behind his head. She pulled her knees up, her toes pointed down Micah's thick thighs, as he slid his cock into her.

"AAAAAaaaaaahhhhhhh . . .!!!!" my mom moaned, her hands now clutching his firm ass cheeks as he started to pound into her, trying to pull him even farther into her pussy as he fucked her with slow, deep thrusts.

"Oooooooo . . . Baby . . .!!! You feel so . . . so . . . good!!!!" she sighed, her knees still pulled towards her chest, her feet resting on the back of his thighs. I could see her hips grinding against Micah as he pushed into her, her breasts bulging as they pressed against his barrel chest.

"I need you . . . I need you . . .!!!!" my mother whispered breathlessly, lost in ectasy as my coach fucked her, his head buried over her shoulder.

"OOOOH GOD!!!" her voice rising. He must have been hitting all the right spots with his cock because my mother suddenly lurched as if she had been hit with electric current, her hands now wrapped under his arms, squeezing the rounded balls of muscle of his shoulder.

Her moans became much louder, and then were quickly muffled when he covered her mouth with his. I could see my mom's cheeks hollow as she eagerly sucked on the tongue that had been pushed into her mouth, one hand now on the back of his head, the other splayed across the small of his back, her jaw dropped as they kissed. As they continued to fuck, my mom began to writhe frantically against Micah and it appeared that he was pushing her towards an orgasm.

She pulled him tighter, her ankles now locked behind his waist, and I could see her thighs begin to twitch as her lithe body began to shudder beneath his thrusting bulk.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH . . . FUCK . . . BAAAAA . . . BEEEE!!!!! my mother screamed as she came, her eyes screwed shut, her head rolling on the bed . Micah was buried to the hilt in her pussy, and he stopped his steady thrusting to allow my mom to grind her hips and rub her engorged clit against him, carrying her through an intense and prolonged orgasm.

THREE

The urgency of her grinding began to subside and then her body went slack, her heels sliding from behind his waist, to wind intimately around his massive calf muscles.

Her beautiful face was flushed, her eyes smoldering as she smiled up at her young stud. He lowered his face to hers to kiss her sweetly on the lips, and I could see my mom open her mouth slightly in an invitation to his tongue.

As they continued to kiss, Micah started to slowly rock back into her, my mother's legs now spread wide across the top of the bed. Raising up on his arms, he picked up the pace of his fucking causing my mom's breasts to bounce erotically each time his six-pack smacked against her, as she drove her ass up of the bed to meet his passionate attack.

She must have sensed that he was close, her wetly painted lips forming a thin, knowing smile, her eyes flashing with lust. Micah sawed his cock ruthlessly into my mother and I could hear him grunting like he did when he was busting out reps of 315 on the bench.

"You want it?!!!" he asked her in a harsh tone.

"Oh . . . I want it!!!!" my mom quickly responded, smiling with content, clearly pleased that she was giving as good as she had gotten.

"You want it!!!!" he asked again, still pounding into her, his breathing even heavier.

"I want it." my mother assured him in a soft,sexy tone, her hands sliding up to grip the thick horseshoe muscles behind his outstretched arms.

Micah was rapidly thrusting his thick cock between my mom's legs, his dark shaft reflecting the light from the bedside lamp, covered with the shiny wetness of her juices.

With a low groan, he pulled out and scrambled to straddle her head with his knees, my mom taking just the bulbous head of his cock into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as Micah stroked his long shaft.

"AAaaaaahhhhh . . . Fuck!!!!" he spat as he pulled back a few inches, my mom now had her mouth wide open and her tongue extended in eager anticipation of his hot load, as Micah rapidly slid his hand up and down his hard pole.

"FFFUUUUCCCKKK . . . MMEEEEEEE!!!!" Micah grunted as a thick rope of jizz shot into my mother's willing mouth, before he pushed his cock past her lips, and I could see her eagerly swallowing his seed, wetly slurping his crown.

Micah's cock continued to jerk, his rocked up body looking like a ebony statue, as my mom worked his big dick. I saw him shudder, and she responded by dropping her jaw as wide as she could, easing even more of his long hose into her mouth. Her lips were stretched to their limits and an impressive length of cock had disappeared down her throat, her eyes locked lovingly onto his.

Looking down at my mom, obviously pleased with her efforts, Micah smile and shook his head in amusement.

"You . . . are quite the little slut . . . aren't you? A cock crazy . . . sexy bitch!!!"

My mother pulled her head back, slowly allowing his now flaccid member to slide out of her lips. Grabbing his pole, she planted a wet kiss on the the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around it in a circle.

"You wouldn't want me any other way!!" she told him confidently in response before taking him back into her mouth. 

A deep chuckle rose from Micah's chest as he listened to my mother's muffled moans, her mouth full with his meat.

"Girl . . . You are right about that!!!" he agreed with enthusiasm.

FOUR

I backed away slowly from the door, my head racing, the hallway spinning. I found it hard to even take a breath. 

My feet were heavy, but somehow I made it down the long staircase, not even sure of where to go or what to do. I certainly couldn't tell anyone about this, and I was acutely aware of the mixture of shame and arousal I was feeling. I couldn't get the erotic images of my sexy mom fucking a man half her age, and clearly enjoying every minute. How long had they been lovers? Was Micah her first?

My thoughts were interrupted by a low squeal of pleasure mixed with suprise, followed by hushed tones coming from the Miller's media room down the hall. I approached the room listening intently. Given what I had already been through, I didn't think anything could suprise me at this point.

Peering around the corner, I saw Josh sitting on the couch with Randi Boehmon. She had one slender leg thrown over his lap, her sexy spike-heeled shoe dangling above the carpet. This provided Josh's hand easy access to her completely shaved pussy which he was furiously working with his fingers as they shared deep, passionate kisses, their lips smacking above the wet crackle that rose from between her legs.

Mrs. Boehmon's short skirt had been pushed up around her waist, and I could see her cute little ass squirming on the cushions as she responded to Josh's touch.

Josh pulled his lips from hers, and her tongue flicked out to touch his, her hand lying gently on the side of his face, the huge diamonds in her wedding band sparkling. Her breathtaking blue eyes were flashing behind dark smoky eyeshadow, her long blonde platinum side bangs pushed back from her beautiful face. 

Josh covered her mouth with his, her lips open, tongue extending, as his hand slipped under her top towards one of her big, gorgeous tits. She responded by sliding her hand to firmly squeeze his fat crotch.

Mrs. Boehmon was moaning softly into his mouth, as he began to roughly paw her breast, her legs still spread, my eyes falling to her wet, swollen pussy lips.

They continued to kiss hungrily, as Mrs. Boehmon unsnapped his jeans, her hand quickly disappearing down inside his pants.

My senses overloaded at this point, I pulled myself away and headed down to the "compound."

FIVE

The Miller's basement was as big as some of my teammate's homes and lavishly furnished. Mr. Miller, Mr. Boehmon, may dad a few others were gathered around an expensive card table, a sizeable amount of chips in the middle. A small group of football moms were huddled nearby, wineglasses in hand, laughing loudly as they planned their next shopping trip or cocktail party. My dad briefly glanced up and caught my eye, smiling before returning his attention to his cards.

As I watched them play, I wondered if any of them had the slightest idea as to what their wives were up to. Did they even care? Clearly my mom was concerned about getting caught, but what about the others?

Mr. Boehmon was a great guy, but I knew he was away a lot on business. Would it really be a suprise that his incredibly hot wife might need some extra attention? Mr. Miller was basically living off his wife's good fortune. Maybe this was her way of getting back at him. Who the fuck knows.

And if this was going on tonight, under one roof, it would be crazy for me to think this wasn't going on elsewhere. There's no telling what the other women in Middleton were up to. I knew that plenty of their daughters were easy enough, I never stopped to think that their mothers may be equally as slutty. All I knew is that none of my high school conquests had sucked my dick with the skill and entusiasm Mrs. Miller had shown.

As I was thinking about this, I saw Josh out of the corner of my eye. He raised his chin in acknowledgment, grabbed a beer and slid into a chair in front of the 52 inch flat screen across the basement from me.

A few minutes later, I noticed Mrs. Miller walk up behind him and reach down to gently massage his broad shoulders. Josh looked back over his shoulders at her, and she leaned forward to whisper something in his ear.

I saw both of them start to turn their eyes towards me, an amused smile on her lips, and I quickly looked away, hoping they hadn't seen me staring. When I glanced back, I saw that Josh had gotten up from his chair and was following his mom up the stairs. The significance of the comment Mrs. Miller had made in the bathroom after we had fucked suddenly popped into my head, and I struggled to push several scenarios out of my mind.

I ran my hand roughly over the top of my hair, then used the heel of my hand on my temples. Images were flashing before me, all of them erotic, some of them quite dark, and I felt my cock begin to stir. Fuck it! Things couldn't get any crazier. Could they? 

It looked like the football dads had plenty of card playing in front of them, so with my decision in hand, I headed back upstairs.

SIX

I found Randi Boehmon at the bar in Mr. Miller's den. She was perched on a tall bar stool, her legs crossed in a terribly sexy manner, her skirt sliding up to expose an obscene amount of a luscious thigh. 

A glass of white wine was on the granite top in front of her as well as the pack containing her cigarettes. She looked up and smiled at me as she reached over to pull an ashtray closer to her.

"Hey football star!" she joked. "Come keep me company!"

I watched as she cracked the top of the hard pack, sliding one of the long, slim cigarettes between her french-manicured fingers. She pursed her wetly shining lips around the filter and cupped her hands around an expensive looking lighter. Dragging deeply, she tapped an ash and released a thin stream across the top of the bar.

She propped her elbow on the bar, her thumb balancing the end of her cigarette, and turned her head to fix those stunningly deep blue eyes on mine.

"So . . . How are you doing?" she asked pleasantly, but coming from her, the object of many of my masturbatory fantasies, the effect on me was no different than if she had said "Do you want to fuck?"

I swallowed hard, and took a deep breath, the adrenaline was coursing through me like it was kick-off. Trying to sound much more confident than I was, I managed to say:

"I saw you and Josh earlier."

Mrs. Boehmon's eyes widened slightly in alarm, then she smiled cooly, taking a long, slow draw on her cigarette.

"You did . . . Did you." She leaned in closer to me and whispered. "And what exactly did you see?"

At that moment, all the tension left my body. It was clear we both knew what I was after, and it was equally clear she was going to give it to me.

"I don't want to talk about what I saw . . . " I said dismissively. "I want to talk about what I want to do." I emphasized.

Amused, Mrs. Boehmon's eyes lit up, her mouth forming an "O" in comic suprise.

"Please . . . do go on. I can't wait!" she teased, a sly smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

I reached over with the back of my fingers and gently pushed her shoulder length hair away from the side of her face. With my lips next to her ear, my breath must have tickled because she giggled and hunched her shoulders. But she did not pull away.

I whispered to her exactly what I had in mind, in grapic detail, and then leaned back, anxiously awaiting her response.

"Phillip . . . You naughty boy!!!" acting shocked. "I'm a married woman . . . What would your mother say if she heard you saying those things to me!!" she joked.

I reached over and took a long drink from her wineglass which clearly amused her. Looking her directly in the eyes, I said "You can ask her if you want . . . The last time I saw her she was upstairs fucking Coach Graham."

I noticed Mrs. Boehomn tense up when I told her this, her previously lustful gaze turning momentarily icy before she reached for her glass, finishing what I had left for her.

It was obvious that this was news to her and it was plain to see that she did not like to share. My mom had her hand in Mrs. Boehmon's cookie jar, and she was none to pleased.

She took a last quick drag of her cigarette and stubbed it out. Getting to her feet, she turned to me and asked:

"Well . . . What are we waiting for?"

SEVEN

I watched myself fuck Mrs. Boehmon in the big mirror of one of the Miller's guest bathrooms. She braced herself against the marble sinktop, her tight, wet pussy a sheath around my dick, my hands holding her trim waist.

Mrs. Boehmon's tiny panties were stretched between her ankles, the 4 1/2 inch heels on her "Come Fuck Me" shoes positioning herself perfectly for my thrusts, her short skirt thrown up onto her back.

I could see her big tits swinging beneath her as we fucked, her hair had fallen down over her face, her breathing heavy, soft sighs of pleasure spilling from her lips. She suddenly arched her back, raised her head and combed her hair back. Her piercing blue eyes popped open, catching my admiring stare in the reflection of the mirror. She smiled back, her eyes burning with desire.

"OOOOOooohhh . . . Baby!!! Your big cock feels so . . . fucking . . . good!!! . . . You have no idea how badly I need this!!!!" she sighed as she pushed back to meet my urgent pounding.

Buried to the hilt, I stopped as she raised up against me, turning her face around, one arm bent, reaching for the back of my head to pull my lips to hers. The tiny tip of her tongue extended before our lips even met, and we dueled with them briefly before I kissed her, drunk with passion, feeling her lithe little body shiver as my hands reached up to squeeze her two luscious mounds.

"Phil . . . " she whispered, our lips smacking. "Now would be a good time . . . " she kissed me again. "To fuck me in the ass!!" her eyebrows arched invitingly.

Without waiting for a response, she turned into me, my aching rod slipping from her sweet cooze. She kicked her panties away and squatted down, taking me into her hand and bringing me to her lips. Her head began bobbing a slow, practice rhythm, and she moaned as she sucked my cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure pulsing through my body, looking up at me as I slid into her mouth.

After several incredible minutes, she pulled her lips away and admired her work, before spitting a sizeable glob of saliva on my swollen crown. Getting to her feet, she bent back over the sink and reached back to spread her taut ass cheeks revealing her puckered little hole.

Leaning forward, holding my cock by its base, I pushed against her ass which seemed to open magically, greedily swallowing the first few inches of my rod.

Mrs. Boehmon inhaled sharply through her nose, so I waited a few heartbeats before feeding her the rest of my rock hard shaft. I started to thrust into her slowly, afraid that I might cum to quick, her ass was so slick, snug and warm.

"Aaaaahhh . . . Baby . . . That's it!!!" she moaned. "That's it . . . Yeah Baby . . . Just . . . like . . . thatttt!!!!!!"

After a few minutes, I began to gradually pick up the pace, causing her to moan even louder.

"OOOOOhhh . . . Fuck me, Baby!!!" she grunted through clenched teeth, her eyes tightly shut in ectasy. "Keep fucking my ass!!!!"




Post- Game Party Pt. 02



I felt my nuts begin to tighten, so I smacked her sharply across the butt, causing her to yelp, her eyes flying open.

Mrs. Boehmon laughed "That's it Phillip . . . Smack my ass . . . Treat me like a whore . . . I fucking love it!!!"

I smacked her again and again, her ass cheeks blushing red as she urgently pushed back to meet my thrusts. Knowing I was on the brink, I grabbed her around the waist with both hands and reared back before slamming into one last time. I'd stopped thrusting and was balls deep in the ass of the sexiest MILF in Middleton, my cock jerking violently as my jism spewed deep into her bowels.

An involuntary shudder wracked my body, and as my cock stopped jerking, I opened my eyes to find Mrs. Boehmon looking back over her shoulder, her face flush with contentment.

"MMMMmmmmmmm . . .!!" she purred. "That was wonderful!!!"

I saw her ass was gaping when I slid out of her, Mrs. Boehmon turning around and throwing her arms over my shoulders, pressing her lips to mine.

"I've never even let my husband do that to me before." she said, smiling up at me.

"Well . . . I'm honored to be your first."

Randi Boehmon threw her head back and laughed.

"I said that I never let my husband fuck me in the ass . . . I didn't say anything about you being the first!!!!"

EPILOGUE

I sat up against the headboard in the darkened hotel room. As I anxiously waited for her to finish up in the bathroom, I thought back over all the changes in my life since the night of the Miller's party. After what I had seen and experienced, it was almost inevitable that the erotic journey I started that evening would lead me to push my sexual boundaries, crossing into territories previously unforseen.

She left the bathroom door cracked, the light bathing her incredibly sexy figure in a soft light causing my cock to stiffen. She knew I liked her slutty, and was naked except for a pair of black lace thigh highs and a pair of strappy platform sandals with a 5 inch heel. Her luscious lips glistened, the soft red gloss thickly applied. Her eye make-up looked like it had been done by a professional.

Even after all the times we had been together, I was still struck by her beauty, and I could feel my heart beating in my chest, part of me still not believing that she was fucking me.

She move slowly and seductively to the opposite side of the bed, and as I slid lower, she knelt to walk on her hands and knees across the mattress like a jungle cat hunting her prey. Her beautiful breasts brushed tantalizingly against my hard cock as she planted soft kisses across my hard stomach, slowly working her way up my body. Her fingertips were barely brushing my skin as her hands slid over me. She took a nipple into her mouth, rolling the other between her thumb and forefinger.

As her mouth moved up my neck, I groaned out loud, crushing her against me as my mouth sought hers. Reaching down between her legs, my fingers pushed easily through her already wet slit as she stroked me firmly.

Putting her lips to my ear, her breath hot on my skin, she whispered "Fuck me . . . Fuck me!!!"

Rolling her over on her back, she reached for me, her legs spread wide as I knelt between them. She rubbed the head of my cock up and down her pussy lips before I leaned forward, allowing her warm, wetness to surround me, before moving on top of her. 

Later, she reached for her cigarettes on the nightstand and cracked the top of the hard pack. She pulled a match from a matchbook and struck it, raising the cigarette to her lips, then waving the match in the air as she took a long, slow drag.

Exhaling a long plume up towards the ceiling, she sighed happily. "I love the way you fuck me, Sweetie!!" She snuggled next to me, her face still flushed, inches from mine, gazing lovingly into my eyes.

"And I love fucking you, M . . . ". She pressed her lips to mine before I could finish her name.



Post-Game Party



The other girls had kept busy. Laura and Thea were snuggling, as Katie lay atop of Jen, the two of them grinding their cunts. “Let’s go girls!” said Patience. I wondered what would happen next. Patience grabbed me and started running up the steps, the two of us still sticky and naked. What was she doing? Was the party over? No, I still heard voices! What was going on? The door flew open, and my eyes almost popped out of my skull.

Clothes littered the floor. There must have been sixty women in that gym, and every blessed one was some shade of undressed. Most of the moms were making out with the players. Some were lying on the ground, fingering themselves and each other as the cheerleaders performed in their underwear. The cheer was much like their standard one, only with a lot more physical contact. And instead of cheering they kissed each other, but the moms loved it anyway. Up near the top of the bleachers there was a giant pile of totally nude bodies, with one mom being pleasured by five girls at once. I noticed many moms having what looked like incredibly passionate sex with their own daughters. Mrs. Jameson had both her nineteen-year old twins on her: one eating her cunt, one eating her ass. 

Some moms did each other. Some girls did each other. A whole group of girls who sat together at lunch were laughing and cheering as the last member of their crew finished her striptease. Patience dragged me through the pulsating orgy on the gym floor to Mrs. Smith, who was wearing only the team T-shirt now, and was being eaten out by two freshmen simultaneously. She got up and said to Patience, “How was the initiation?” “Best ever,” replied Patience, “She's gonna fit in great.” Katie had gone to her mom, and was kissing her face and giggling. Mom kissed her back. Both were sobbing and smiling. And then Katie kissed her again, and hastily began to pull her mom’s pants off.

“I see we’ve got a stowaway,” said Mrs. Smith, now looking at me. “You’ll do just fine too,” she added, glancing at my once again erect dick. “But be careful, a mascot has to come to every game in order to go to every party.” I knew I would, and nodded. “Great then. We’ve still got hours to go, why, the cheerleaders aren’t even naked yet. And we’ll be sleeping here too. Bring an extra set of clothes next time.” And so the hours passed too quickly. At 3:00AM, I was nestled tightly in a sleeping bag with Patience and Katie. “Every day, right after school. Don’t worry, if it’s trouble I’ll blow you after every class…” whispered Patience in one ear. “Could you come over tomorrow, I’ve got a few friends who really want to join the team, and they want to know what initiation is like… my mom does too…” whispered Katie in the other. I drifted off to sleep. Still about thirty games left in the season...

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Copyright 2001 by Alex Finch
All rights reserved



Post Game Perks



Well, the game went well enough, my team winning two to one in overtime. If I would've gotten my glove on the puck, we would've won in regulation, but oh well. Sometimes it's hard for the 'old man' of the team to make it through an extra period. At 26, I'm the old man of the team, with the next oldest guy being 23 and most averaging around 21. As the team's only full-time goalie, I take my job pretty seriously, even though we play in a rec center league.

After the game, we gathered in the locker room and checked out the standings, finding that our record put us third out of the ten teams in the league. We were two games behind the next team with only seven games to go. Getting a better spot in the playoffs was going to be tough. Kyle, our coach/starting center and my best friend gave us the post-game pep talk about how next week we face the team that beat us two weeks prior and that he really wanted to give them some payback. That was partly because Kyle was taken out of the game with a sprained knee partway through the second period.

The meeting ended and we all headed for the showers. I was a little slower getting my gear off because of my bad knees. I know, I know...a guy with bad knees shouldn't play goalie. My wife says the same thing. But hey...nothing is better than stopping a puck that's traveling at what seems like three hundred miles an hour with the clock winding down and the other team on the power play. But I digress.

As we came out of the shower, Kyle decided to call a Captain's meeting. That included me because I was an assistant captain, even though the NHL says goalies can't be captains, but since I play different positions, our league made an exception. There was myself, Kyle, Luke, who is Kyle's cousin and our best defenseman and Josh, defenseman/left wing. Anyway, we were all sitting around the locker room talking about strategy for the next game, as well as the play of some of our...let's say less consistent team members. We were in the middle of talking about Craig, our second line center and his play when there was a knock as the door of the locker room. I was the closest, so I went and got it.

I grabbed a pair of shorts off of the bench and walked over to the door. I opened it and there were my two favorite women in the world, my wife Ashley and our girlfriend Becca. I looked around and noticed the guys were getting dressed, so I figured it was okay for me to let the ladies in. "Guys," I yelled. "We have company. At least make yourselves decent. Josh, do the best you can."

Josh threw an obscene gesture in my direction and everyone laughed. Josh is about six feet tall and probably goes about a hundred and seventy pounds. What you notice though, are the tattoos on his chest and the insides of his biceps...as well as the nipple rings. If he turned around, you'd also notice the large Spider-Man web design on his back. He pulled on a short sleeved button up shirt with a dragon design on it started working on his shoes.

Kyle, on the other hand, was mostly dressed. He hugged Ashley since they'd known each other for a while. He stopped when he looked at Becca because, as far as I knew, no one in the locker room knew her, except for Ashley and I. I noticed then that all the guys were looking at her. I cleared my throat and they all blinked.

"Guys, this is Becca. She's a...friend of ours." Ashley and Becca giggled when I said that, given that we were all more than just friends. "So, ladies. What brings you to this den of testosterone?"

Becca blushed slightly so Ashley answered. "We watched the game and we thought you guys did really well, especially in killing those three consecutive penalties in the second period. We just thought we'd come down here and say congratulations."

There was a pause in all conversation as everyone was probably thinking the same thing. Josh was the only one who said anything, though. "So, what kind of congratulations do we get?" As he said this, he stood up, shirt swinging open and stepped in front of Becca. Becca glanced at me and I nodded, so she put her hand on Josh's smooth chest and ran her fingertips downward. Josh closed his eyes and his nipples hardened around his nipple rings.

Kyle and Luke looked at each other and then at me. I shrugged and smiled. Ashley leaned over and started kissing my neck and running her hand down my stomach. She stopped as the waistband of my shorts and then pushed me down onto the bench. She pulled my shorts down and grabbed my hardening cock as it grew and placed the head in her mouth. I propped my head up with my hands because one of the best parts of Ashley giving head was watching her do it. She always seemed to enjoy it and she was certainly good at it.

Becca was on her knees in front of Josh, he head moving back and forth in front of his pelvis. Luke had moved over next to Josh and pulled down his boxers, causing Becca to gasp out loud. Luke had about ten inches and he had told stories about girls who wouldn't fuck him because he was too big. Becca kept her mouth on Josh, but moved her hands over to Luke's monster. She used both hands and it wasn't enough to cover his rod.

Kyle, on the other hand, surprised me by walking up behind Ashley and rubbing his hands over her ass. I felt her mouth tighten and saw her eyes widen as he did this. I put my hand on her face reassuringly and smiled. She relaxed and started moving her behind in his hands.

In a short amount of time, both women were naked. Ashley resumed her head giving while Kyle knelt behind her, doing the same for her. Josh was laying on the floor, Becca straddling him. Luke was standing in front of her, his hands on her shoulders as she bobbed her head while rocking back and forth on Josh.

After a few more minutes of incredible head, I felt Ashley groan around my cock as Kyle got her off. Her entire body shook when she orgasmed, which startled Kyle, I think. He stood up behind her, stroking his cock. He looked at me and I just nodded. I felt Ashley tense up again as Kyle started to enter her from behind. She relaxed as he slowly pushed all the way into her and held still. She redoubled her efforts on my cock as Kyle started his pistoning motion behind her, his hands gripping her hips. 

Suddenly, we heard "Get up, fucker. It's my turn." Josh and Luke were arguing over who was going to fuck Becca next. She looked from one to the other, her lips slightly swollen from sucking Luke's cock. Luke, six foot two easy, picked Becca up off the floor and held her up as he found her pussy with the head of his massive cock. Becca wrapped her legs around him and slowly sank the length of him into her. Her eyes had rolled back in her head and she whimpered as she took his entire length. Luke sat back on the bench and started rocking her slightly up and down. Josh looked pissed that he was suddenly left out of the action, so he grabbed some lube from his locker and started stroking himself.

Kyle started grunting behind Ashley as he sped up his thrusting. He was mumbling things like 'Oh god' and 'Fuck yeah' as he pounded her. Suddenly, he called out "I'm gonna cum!" Ashley whipped around and started jerking his cock into her mouth. No more than five seconds later, Kyle grunted loud and fired his first shot into Ashley's mouth. He kept it up for what seemed like a long time, but Ashley never spilled a drop. She swallowed it all and Kyle collapsed against the locker, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Luke and Josh had come to an agreement of sorts. Luke was standing behind Becca, pumping in and out of her from behind while Josh was standing in front of her, thrusting into her mouth. They had quite a rhythm going, always one of them in, always one of them out. Becca didn't seem like she knew which way to move, so she stayed still, letting the two men have their way with her.

Ashley was sitting on the bench in front of me, keeping the head of my cock in her lips, bobbing her head slightly. I started pumping into her mouth a little at a time when Kyle stepped up to her, his rod standing up again. Sometimes I wish I had these 'kids' staying power.

Ashley reached up a hand and stroked Kyle while sucking me. She suddenly switched, stroking me, sucking him. I was about ready to explode when she stopped and smiled at me. I tilted my head and looked at her, not knowing what she was up to. She told Kyle to lay down on the bench as she ran over to where Luke and Josh were changing places, Josh sliding into her velvety pussy. Ashley grabbed something off the other bench and came back over.

Kyle looked up at me and I could only shrug. She crawled up Kyle, licking his shaft and then lowered herself onto it, moaning softly. He reached back and handed me what she had picked up: Josh's bottle of lube. Suddenly, I knew what she wanted. She wanted us to both fuck her at the same time.

Kyle had his eyes closed, so he was oblivious to what was about to happen. Ashley was moving very slowly over him, looking back at me. We had tried anal a couple of time before, but she hadn't really seemed interested. That's why this was such a surprise. But if it was what she wanted...

I dribbled some lube onto my finger, mentally noting that I'd need to buy Josh another bottle. Your mind goes weird places sometimes. I pushed my finger against her asshole and pushed it in, her sphincter clenching around my finger. I moved my finger slowly in and out in time to her movements. Once she was accustomed to it, I pulled my finger out and the lubed up my cock. I lowered the glistening head to her hole and pushed in as she pushed back on Kyle.

Kyle's eyes flew open as Ashley gave out a loud moan, one that could be heard over all of the noise we were making. Kyle, for the most part, is homophobic. Once he realized what was going on, he started to make sounds of protestation. Ashley silenced him with her mouth. I could see his body relax. Neither of us moved, Ashley doing it all.

The sensations of Ashley's behind and feeling the oddness of Kyle's cock through her was exciting and terrifying at the same time. How would Kyle look at me tomorrow? How would this effect our team? I shook my head to stop myself from actually THINKING. Now was not the time for that.

I'm not sure how long we were all like that. It felt like days. When the girls had had enough (when can guys get enough?), they begged off and sat on the floor in front of the lockers. The rest of us stood and looked down at them, four hard cocks still standing up. I grabbed mine first and started stroking madly, the other guys joining in quickly.

Josh was the quickest, spurting all over Becca's face and her large breasts. Becca moaned as it hit her. Kyle and I came at about the same time, all over Ashley. I'm not sure there was an inch of uncovered skin between her forehead and her chest.

Luke shot last, an absolute geyser that almost drowned Becca where she sat. He must have kept going for a full ten seconds. Becca sat there enjoying every second of it.

When we were all finished, Becca and Ashley leaned their heads against each other and smiled their dreamy smiles. The guys packed up their stuff, Josh grumbling about the lube. Luke and Kyle told him to shut the hell up. Kyle was the last out the door. He turned and looked at me with a weird expression on his face. "See you for practice tomorrow." The door thumped quietly behind him. I knew we'd be talking about what happened tomorrow.

I helped the ladies to their feet and half-carried, half-dragged them to the shower to clean up. A few minutes and a few towels later, they were dressed and leaning on me as I carried my gear bag to the car. They both fell asleep on the way home. As they were starting to snooze, Ashley said "Just think of what'll happen if you reach the playoffs." And then she was out like a light.



Post-Game Plans



Fall weather had arrived and it was finally cold outside. It was Sunday, the football day, pro football day, Pittsburgh Steelers day. They both looked forward to all the games, sometimes with gleeful anticipation, sometimes with simple dread. This was a mixed emotion Sunday, one when she dreaded the game but looked forwarded to what was to come afterwards. 

She watched her boyfriend and wondered what might be going through his mind. He did grin mischievously from time to time, and she did catch him looking at her rather intensely while she prepared their bowls of chili for lunch. 

The game came on and they reminded each other not to expect too much. They agreed that the Steelers sucked this year. Bad, no, worse than bad, embarrassing. But they were still the Steelers and they both were still fans and they both hoped and believed that things would get better. They had to, to get much better, or people would get hurt. 

The first interception came late in the first quarter. Again, they both knew, it's happening again. Her boyfriend groaned and got up to get another beer. She watched him leave the room and let her mind drift to what was to come. What had he planned, she wondered, what could it be? How would it all happen? He had made assurances, but it remained, she realized, that the whole thing was really her idea, her fantasy. She reminded herself how lucky she was to have him, to have someone so understanding, so supportive, so comfortable with himself and her as she is. 

Half-time drifted by with a hurried pace of game up-dates and stupid studio jokes. Who writes this shit for those guys, her boyfriend laughed? She smiled and tried to listen, but she couldn't concentrate. Her pussy was tingling in anticipation. Fuck football today, she told herself. 

The Steelers were behind by fourteen points mid-way through the third quarter, so she reached across the sofa and rubbed his cock lightly through his jeans. He looked at her and smiled, not moving her hand, not stopping her, but not really responding either. Thinking about later, he asked her. She nodded and took her hand away, embarrassed with herself that she had such a hard time waiting for something she didn't really know how to picture. 

The game went on as others: the Steelers fell behind and couldn't run and had to pass and threw interceptions and got beat badly. They both watched the post-game show silently, sullenly, pissed. Her boyfriend shook his head as a few players talked about how the team could turn the season around. She wasn't listening. She was thinking about what he had told her to wear for later. 

"Time to get ready, don't you think?" he asked her as he turned off the television and clicked on the stereo. 

"Yes." Her answer was almost a whisper as she got up and headed for the bedroom. 

The short black leather skirt was on the bed waiting. The soft white sweater lay beside it. 

She took a deep breath and stepped into the shower. The hot water caressed her and warmed her. The urge to touch herself crept up from deep in her belly but she fought it and didn't. Her nipples shrank and begged to be touched, but she ignored them too. Damn, she told herself, damn. 

The leather skirt went on over her bare ass. No panties, he had said. The sweater lightly scratched her nipples; no bra either. Only the black heels followed. Three items, no jewelry. Three items of dress and some nice perfume. She was ready. 

Her boyfriend only smiled and reached for his coat when she came into the den. They walked through the kitchen and into the garage without speaking. He opened the car door for her and closed it after she settled into the leather seat. She watched him walk around the front of the car, watched him smile and hold her eyes. He knows me well, she told herself, he knows I'm excited and he's enjoying it, enjoying every minute of it. He opened his door and eased into the car before he spoke. 

"Still want this?" he asked, smiling. 

She only nodded yes for an answer. 

He pulled a black scarf from his coat pocket and leaned toward her to cover her eyes. 

"You'll need to go and return in darkness," he told her. "You'll not know where or with whom you'll be. You will speak when spoken to and touch when told to. But my promises stand. You will not be hurt or abused or humiliated. You will be totally safe, safe from harm or illness, I've checked. Your pleasure will be the focus of everyone you come in contact with for the next while. 

"Trust me?" he asked. 

"Yes," was all she said as she took a deep breath and settled into the blackness of the blindfold. 

The garage door opened, the car started, and her boyfriend backed out. She slid down lower into the seat hoping that no neighbors saw them leaving with her head partially wrapped in a black scarf. She heard him chuckle and knew it was for her but she didn't care. The top of her head was even with the top of the car door, she thought. It took her a moment to realize that in scooting down, her skirt had scooted up. No panties and a short skirt riding high meant exposure but she liked the idea. She liked the thought of him seeing her, seeing her freshly shaped pubic hair, the soft skin of her upper thigh, the pout of the hood over her clit. She wondered if he would touch her, but he didn't. They rode along without speaking, listening to music, a new jazz CD he had bought, something about playing the blues, but it was jazz, a sax, good music. 

It was as if he had read her mind when he said, "It's John Coltrane's "Blue Trane" album, re-mastered. I hope you like it." 

She did, but she didn't speak. She just rode and listened and tried not to be too obvious about moving inside the skirt and over the smooth surface of the leather car seat. 

They rode for some time, not an hour but almost, she thought. Inside the blindfold she had no real sense of direction. After all, she realized, they could be anywhere. He could be driving in circles and taking her back home. She had thought of that, that he might just take her back to their house, so she had scented the place with some candles she would recognize. Smart, she smiled to herself. But when he slowed and turned, the sound of the garage door that opened was definitely not theirs. No, not theirs. Someone else's. 

The car stopped and his door opened immediately. She heard him walk around the car, his shoes on the concrete floor, until he had opened her door. He didn't speak, he just took her hand and guided her out of the car. He moved her around the corner of the car and across the floor until they came to a stop. Steps, he said, so she lifted one foot at a time as he steadied her. A door at the top of the stairs opened and they both moved inside. The house didn't smell of her new candles but she did catch the scent of incense. And there was music playing, the same music, she realized immediately, the same music that was in the car: John Coltrane's music. They moved down what she sensed to be a hallway, slowly, carefully. He was sensitive to her being comfortable, keeping her balance. They stopped in a room, her boyfriend's hands still on her shoulders for reassurance and support. 

"Nice," a male voice said. 

"Yes," said another. 

"Undress her," said a third voice. 

Hands took the bottom hem of her sweater and began to lift it slowly. It was lifted up her arms and over her head carefully in order not to disturb the blindfold. Hands cupped her breasts from behind, the fingers gently twisting her nipples. 

"Nice," came the first voice again. 

More hands found the zipper on the back of the skirt and pulled it down. The zipper opened and the skirt began a slow slide over her hips. She found herself moving slightly to help the hands pushing the skirt downward, helping until she felt it begin to slide down her thighs and fall at her feet. 

"Very nice, yes," said another voice. 

She was naked except for the shoes and her perfume. In that moment, standing there in front of whomever, her first thought was of the shoes. Why do they always keep their shoes on in those movies, she wondered. 

"Step out of your shoes," someone said. 

Well, that settles that, she told herself. 

"Show her to us," a voice said. 

Hands took her and began to turn her slowly. The hands lifted her arms up and over her head. Other hands took her breasts again and lifted them, cupping them, tugging at her nipples until they peaked and pointed across the room. More hands ran over her sides and down to her hips, around to her ass, spreading her cheeks. Even more hands moved between her legs. She spread her feet slightly to let the hands there find her pussy. Fingers lifted her lips and moved upward until her clit was visible. 

"Put her down now," someone suggested. 

She was eased downward then to the floor where she felt some kind of comfort or quilt had been spread. No one told her how to position herself, so she turned to lie on her back. Hands took her immediately. Hands found her breasts again. Hands lifted her legs and spread them. Hands were everywhere on her body, touching, caressing, probing, pulling her skin and pulling her to go with them where they wanted her to go. Lips came then. And then tongues. Mouths took her breasts, her nipples. She wasn't sure how many people were touching her, taking her, but she didn't care. God, she thought, my God, yes, this is it, what I wanted. A mouth also took her pussy. Another mouth took her mouth, trying to tease her tongue to come out and play. Her tongue responded as the tongue between her legs opened her lips there and began to slowly lick her. 

She came for the first time somewhere in the midst of the blackness and the hands, the tongues, everything. The orgasm shook her, surprising her with an almost fierce edge. Her body in fact quaked, shivered, convulsed, but the hands and the mouths and the tongues didn't stop, they pushed on, pushed her on. 

Something inside her told her to gather herself and enjoy every bit of it, so she began an inventory of sensations. The mouth on her own kissed her and pleaded with her, the mouths and tongues on her nipples nursed from her, drawing what they could but giving her what they hoped she wanted, and the mouth on her clit let its tongue lick her as fingers fucked her pussy and her ass. What else, she asked herself, just before more hands took hers and pulled them toward hard cocks to be stroked. 

So different, she thought, the two cocks she stroked were so very different. One thick, the other not. One long, the thin one. Even the skin felt different to her touch. 

Just then the mouth and the fingers between her legs left her and were replaced by a cock. It entered her smoothly, sliding inside her easily. Everything else continued, the kissing, the licking, the sucking, everything continued as the cock in her pussy began to fuck her. And fuck her it did, slowly building to a steady pace, fucking her smoothly, letting the full length of itself glide in and out of her completely. Even with all that was being done to her, she sought to fuck back against the cock taking her. Her hips rose in rhythm with it, matching its pace, hoping to open herself to each of its thrusts. Her juices ran freely from her pussy, downward over the pucker of her ass, down between her cheeks and onto the comfort beneath her. 

She fucked the cock until it came inside her. Somehow she felt she had won, taken the cock, defeated it for a moment. But no sooner had the spent cock shrunk and withdrawn, when another took its place. A new, fresh, hard cock slid inside her until she felt her wetness transfer to the public hair and skin pressed against her. 

As the new cock began to fuck her, the kissing mouth withdrew from her lips to be replaced by the wet tip of yet another cock. She turned loose of the cocks in her hands so she could hold the one in her mouth, to stroke it as she licked and sucked. The head swelled in her mouth and she lost track of the detailed sensation of the cock fucking her pussy. The cock in her mouth almost gagged her but she liked it, she wanted it, she wanted to capture it and conquer it like the first cock to fuck her. 

The two blasts of cum surprised her and pushed her to another orgasm of her own to match them. She shivered and spasmed and swallowed all at once. Cum drooled from her pussy and mouth, a mixture of juices between her legs, down her ass, the same over her lips and chin. 

She was lost in it all as hands took her and turned her until she was on her knees, her ass in the air, open, spread, dripping cum. Someone put a pillow under her face and chest, so she took it and hugged it as she waited for what was next. 

It was a short wait. Finger found her quickly and moved expertly over her wide open pussy, sensitive clit, and the yawning pucker of her asshole. A finger entered her ass smoothly stretching her, wetting her. She wondered if that was next, to be fucked in her ass. The finger was deep in her ass, moving in circles, she thought, when two fingers entered her very wet pussy and began to fuck her. Her hips moved by themselves, on auto-pilot, moving to find the right groove to receive what was being done to her. 

Sensations, she reminded herself in the midst of it all, it's all about the mixture of sensations. The taste of the cum in her mouth, the feel of cooling juices dripping down her inner thighs, the feel of the fingers in her pussy, the feel of the finger fucking her ass. All of it together, all of it mixed as one. All of it mixed with the scent of incense around her, the contrasting scents of sex from different people, the sound of the music, the jazz, mixing with the sound of the vibrator that was replacing the finger in her ass. 

And the purr of the vibrator mixed with the sound of a computer's modem engaging. The vibrator was being moved in and out of her ass as the computer connected and the mouse clicked away. It made her cum again, the vibrator and the sensations, as the metallic repeat of the camera's shutter told her what was happening. 

She had told them in the forum to be ready for some new, unusual pics from her. She had told them. 

A dildo entered her pussy alongside the vibrator in her ass as the camera worked its magic. 

Behind the blindfold she smiled to herself. When she got home she would see the pics and know what her companions looked like. She would see her surroundings as well as herself in the middle of the floor with toys between her legs and lovers scattered around her. 

She would see. But for then, in that moment, she went back to the sensations.



Post Game Rape



"Call me when you get home!" Pam shouted back to her friends. Several of them were piling into the back of an old pick up truck, and a few more in the back of a van on their way back from the football game. They all promised her that they would call her as soon as they had gotten home which left her almost alone in the school parking lot. 

The petite Asian pulled her gym back up against her c-cup chest and shivered slightly suddenly feeling the chilled night air on her bare thighs. Her ass was barely covered by the red and blue cheerleader skirt that made up the lower half of her uniform. The top, a form fitting strapless blue tube top that did nothing to conceal her tits was covered in a letterman jacket. 

Pam pumped her thighs back and forth slowly trying to get a little warmth into her stems. "Where is she?" She looked at her bag where her blue pom-poms were half hanging out of the bag and her cell phone sat atop it all silent. Her sister had said she'd be there as soon as the game ended, but that had been nearly a half hour ago. The last of her friends had just abandoned her to return home leaving her standing in the parking lot of the Havenwood Mustangs waiting for her ride.

Only a handful of vehicles were still in the parking lot then, all of them belonging to the other team. Aside from the cars and a few stray insects hovering around the lights though Pam was completely alone, or so she thought. The first clue that her isolation had come to an end was the clatter of a soda can skittering along the concrete. It was closely followed by raucous laughter and howls. 

Pam didn't need to turn to know who was coming around the corner but she did anyway. The only people still there were the Mustangs themselves. For a team that had just suffered a near shut out, a fifty four to seven defeat they certainly didn't seem to be in poor spirits. In fact from the shouting and the spring in their step you'd think that they had just won the championship or something.

Of course part of that happiness was undoubtedly attributed to the several bottles they were passing around between them. It was too far for Pam to be sure what they were drinking but it wasn't beer, not in bottles that big, or clear. Pam didn't drink at all, she had been fourteen the first and last time she'd drank. It had been New Years Eve and her older sister Kelly and her friends had descended on the house for a party. Her parents had gone away for the night, to this day Pam didn't understand why her parents had thought that New Years Eve was a good day to spend on the swings but it wasn't important. She wasn't sure why she even remembered that detail, she remembered so little else of that night. She remembered that she had pepperoni and pineapple pizza and that she'd been thirsty that night so she'd asked for a Sprite. One of the boys had brought her a Dixie cup of Sprite but of course the tiny paper cup didn't quench her thirst. Nor did the seven she could remember drinking after that. By the time Kelly had stumbled over her sister, literally she tripped over Pam's prone corpse, it was the middle of the morning. Well not corpse obviously as she was still alive but she was kinda wishing she wasn't right then as the pineapple chunks and pepperoni slices plotted a third tummy break. Like the three previous attempts and countless latter schemes this one was successful. It was set apart from the others because some of the yellow fruits hitched a ride on Kelly's shoes. She'd spent the entire next day trying to turn down the sun and quiet the war going on downstairs. Her first drinking experience had also become her last.

Pam found herself scooting further into to the light, her formerly white tennis shoes slightly green with grass stains. She could almost feel the light on her skin and it felt . . . safe. That was the best word for it. It was probably the worse thing she could have done. If she'd stayed still, partially in the shadows there was a chance that the intoxicated athletes would have walked right past her, and never seen her. By stepping into the light she might as well have painted a bull's eye on her impressive chest.

'Holy shit looks like somebody got left behind." One of them shouted. She recognized him as Tyrone Smith, he was one of the line backers. He was over six feet tall and he seemed as wide as he was tall though some of that was the shoulder pads beneath his silver edged black jersey. Some of it wasn't however as his belly stretched the lower half of the jersey pulling it out from the lower half of the uniform. Even in the light he was dark, even for a black man he was dark almost blue or purple but in the night he was nearly invisible. Only his eyes and teeth were clearly visible. "They left behind a little cheer slut."

"No nonono, they left behind the cheer slut!" Another man said trotting to the front with a beer bottle in hand. He turned the brown bottled to his lips and stepped closer to her moving to sandwich her between himself and the other perhaps twenty members of his team. "This bitch right here is Pam." She didn't recognize him until he turned his back on her for a moment but then she knew exactly who he was. Crow, his name was Jet Crow. Really, his parents had thought it was neat, basically naming him "black" crow but when he'd become a varsity wide receiver his freshmen year it became obvious that Jet was really a comment on his speed not the color of his skin, which was also black. It was a delicious chocolate brown Black war stripes were painted beneath each eye. 

It was obvious after a moment that the other didn't really know who they were looking at it. "You've got to be fucking kidding me my brothers. You don't know Pam? Little sister of Kinky fucking Kelly? The girl who would do anything for a cock?" Several grunts and groans made it obvious that the name Kelly was legendary. "I bet Pam here is just like her fucking slutty sister. You want some fucking black snake?" He taunted grabbing his crotch and suggestively pumping his hips towards her.

"No." Pam responded backing away as the slender black man stalked towards her. Her heart started to race, preparing to flee even though she knew there was no escape. She nearly leaped into the air when she felt a massive hand palm her bare rear.

"This slut ain't got no panties!" Pam spun around and away from Tyrone's grasp. She didn't want to admit it, but the feeling of his rough hands on her smooth rear sent a jolt the length of her spine. It was a pleasant jolt, one that started her tight cunt moistening. 

"No shit?" Jet slipped his arms beneath hers, lacing his fingers behind her head and locking her into a full nelson. "Lets see that pussy!" Pam kicked her legs trying to catch Tyrone in the balls, or in the jaw. Both were equally good targets as Jet lifted her up. She failed to connect with either. Tyrone snagged one of her legs and lifted it up letting her skirt fall out of the way revealing her puss. 

She wasn't wearing panties, she never wore any when she was out cheerleading. Kelly had convinced Pam that wearing panties when you cheered would make it harder to perform and that the cool air would keep her from overheating. She shaved down there as well, a thin stripe of black hair drawn above the narrow slit between her thighs. "Let me go!" Pam screamed flailing around against her attackers.

Her reward was a slap to the face that snapped her head to the side. Pam was instantly aware of the hand print, the hot flesh rising on her cheek as equally hot tears welled in her eyes. "Shut the fuck up Pam. I know you, you're just like your sister. The louder you scream the more you fucking want it. You're just another slut like she was." Tyrone growled and then backhanded her. She started to open her mouth again but he raised his hand threatening to cuff her yet again so Pam bit down on her lip letting out only a desperate whimper. "That's what I fucking thought." The crowd gathered around her. "You know what Pam I'll make you a deal are you listening?" The raven haired girl nodded her head. "Prove me wrong, if you're not a fucking piece of shit whore like your sister you won't be wet and we'll just let you go isn't that right boys?" There were several approving grunts. 

Pam grit her fingers as Tyrone forced a pair of fingers into her hole. He was right, she was Kelly's sister and her body was already betraying her. Beneath the jacket and wrapped in the skin tight fabric her nipples were starting to harden into points. "Stop it." She whispered feeling her face flush red this time from embarrassment more than the stinging handprints on either side of her face.

"Stop it?" Tyrone mocked jamming a second finger into her slit. "I told you I'd stop if you were a whore like your sister, but you are! He pulled his finger out of her and paraded it around the crowd letting the rest of the team get a sniff of her cunt. "Ya'll smell that? That's genuine pussy juice!" They roared their approval ad started crowding around her tighter. "You wanna suck my big black dick?" It was Tyrone again clutching his groin.

"No! I don't do that!" Pam whimpered. 

"You won't suck my dick?" Tyrone smiled. "How bout I make you a deal?" She looked at him and nodded her head as much as Jet's grip would allow her too. "If you can go for five minutes without begging to suck a cock I'll let you go. That sound fair?" Pam wasn't stupid, she knew it was some kind of trap what option did she have? It was close to two dozen men, surrounding her and even if she could get out of the circle they were all bigger, stronger and perhaps most important to her running away faster than her! She choked back a fresh set of tears and nodded. "Let her go."

Jet released Pam and took a step back from her. Pam spun around slowly finally getting a solid look at the unruly gang surrounding her. The team was mostly made up of black men, though there were a handful of whites and even a few Latinos in the mass. Up close she recognized the liquor bottles, a detail she would later wonder why she recalled. It was probably just like she remembered that Kelly's toes had been painted alternating green and red with stars of the opposite color when Pam had puked on them. There were seven bottles passed between the men, three of them were bottles of rum, two of them whiskey and the last two tequila. As soon as she'd finished taking in those details another one became obvious to her. Nobody had touched her, they were just drinking.

An evil smile spread across Tyrone's face as for a moment before he lunged forward driving his shoulder into her cut and lifting her up onto his shoulder. "C'mon guys don't be shy free licks!" Pam shrieked before the first blow landed on her unprotected buttocks. One after another the huge paddle like hands landed down on her rump turning her flesh bright red within seconds. Pam wriggled and kicked her feet but the team didn't seem to mind, either avoiding her legs or holding them down as they continued the abuse that she'd still remember whenever she sat for the next week. 

Less than a minute later she was an uncontrolable bag of sobs and Tyrone held up a hand pausing the continued swats for a moment. "You ready to suck dick now?"

"YES!!!" Pam sobbed.

"Beg bitch." 

Pam hesitated long enough for one blow to land on her super sensitive ass and then she gave in. "Please give me cock! Let me suck you, Tyrone, Jet, all of you. I want to suck all your dicks one after another! Let me swallow your cum please!"

"Well that's not good enough any more. Can we shove a beer bottle in you while you suck?" Pam's eyes widened with fear. 

"Please no." 

Tyrone shook his head sadly but the truth was that he wasn't sad. The smile on his face made it obvious that he'd gotten what he wanted. "Yo, get her top off I wanna see these titties." Tyrone had barely finished speaking when several hands gripped the bottom of her top and started yanking. They could easily have unzipped the jacket, for a second it was like they were playing tug of war with her head as it refused to pass through the jacket's neck until one final tug sent Jet and several other team members stumbling back into the crowd with her top leaving Pam in just a bra and skirt. 

It had been obvious during the game that Pam had a great set of tits, but freed of the jacket and shirt they were quickly rewarded with gasps and lewd comments of how they'd love to suck those titties, or how great they'd look when she was riding a cock, or how he was going to enjoy wrapping them around his cock or dumping a hot load of cum on them. Pam pressed her thighs together trying to deny the warmth spreading from them as the men made such lewd comments about her body. The bra only stayed on her a few more seconds though as one of the men ripped that from her as well and then Tyrone tossed her down on the pavement. 

Pam grunted as she was pulled back to her knees, her arms both wrenched painfully behind her back and tied in place though she didn't know with what. Her hair was used to wrench her head back. "We'll stop when you beg for to fuck a bottle." Tyrone explained then stepped back. 

Several of the boys had broken branches off one of the nearby trees and were walking back towards her. For a moment Pam wasn't afraid, she couldn't figure out what to be afraid of until she heard the first switch whistle through the air and pop her nipple raising a welt on her flesh, there was a second and a third as the boys took turns whacking at her breasts with the narrow pieces of wood laying down bright red crisscrosses. 

"Please please stop!" The gratification was almost immediate, instead of the white hot pain flares of switches on her tits there was the dull hot sensation of her breasts pulsing with each beat of her heart. "I want to fuck a beer bottle while I suck dicks. While I suck all of your dicks! Please don't hurt me anymore."

"Prove it." Tyrone said snatching a half empty beer bottle and pouring the rest of it over her head. "Let her go." Pam didn't move as the warm foul liquid poured over her head plastering her hair to her skull. She was perfectly still until he handed her the bottle. "Might want to spit on it, get it lubed up a bit before you try to stuff it in there!" Tyrone laughed. "Might want to practice that cock sucking too." He laughed dropping the bottle.

Pam barely caught the bottle in her hands and she followed his advice. First spitting on the bottle then licking it from root to tip over and over again until the glass glistened with a coating of her saliva. Here eyes slide shut trying her best to ignore the crowd gathered around her. It might have been possible if they weren't all chanting around her. Look at that cunt! She's gonna fuck the bottle! Worthless cunt! Pam had to listen to the men around her talking about what a whore she was as she took the smooth glass as pressed it to her cunt. She bit down on her lower lip muffling her moans as the hard glass parted her lips and pushed into her cunt. Pam's whimpers grew louder as she managed to force the cold glass neck into her cunt. "Cock." Pam bit down on her lower lip then opened her eyes looking around at the gathered men. "Please let me suck a cock, please!" 

"I'm sorry Pam. I meant you should have a bottle in your ass while you suck. Boys." The men holding the switches stepped forward.

"Please no! I'll put it in my ass!" She pulled the bottle from her cunt and scooted her hips forward slightly pushing the opening of the bottle against her virginal anus. She'd never had anything in her ass before not the vibrator she'd stolen from Pam, not her hairbrush, not even a finger had ever been in her ass. 

Pam winced slightly as she felt the asphalt dig into her knees as she lifted braced herself and started lowering her body onto the glass. Her teeth grit as she felt her sphincter fight against the invasion but she kept pushing down using her weight until the ring of muscle gave way. "Ahhhhhhhhh" She hissed as the lip of the bottle forced its way into her rectum then farther. "Cock."

"What's that cunt?" Tyrone asked stepping closer to her.

"Cock." She repeated opening her mouth and sitting down a little farther on the bottle until the neck had vanished completely inside of her. Pam's hand was on her clit, rubbing it back and forth against her clit, pumping her hips back and forth against the bottle driving it a little deeper into her each time. 

"All right all right can we get a dick for this slut?" A few men stepped forward tugging his pants far enough to fish his cock out and waggle it around in front of her face.

"Don't call me a slut." Pam whimpered as she stared at the cock. She'd only seen one cock before in her life and she'd never sucked one, in fact the idea of having one in her mouth disgusted her. At the same time she could feel her cunt moistening at the thought of performing such a degrading act. She felt her salivating at the idea of actual cum pouring down her throat. 

"What should we call you? Tramp? Whore? Harlot? Skank?" Pam sobbed. The warmth flooding her pussy ignited as Tyrone listed off the things that could describe her. Finally she nodded. Then she opened her mouth and leaned forward accepting her first cock into her mouth.

The man who'd stepped forward tasted faintly of sweat and dried piss. Pam brought one hand up to rest on his thigh, the other gently wrapping around his cock, her petite grip not quite able to encircle the mass of flesh she was faced with. "Fuck her skull! Fuck her skull!" 

The chant grew louder and louder until the man she was sucking reached down twisting his fingers into her hair and jerking her forward ramming his dick down her throat. Pam couldn't protest she could only sputter, spiting up a mouthful of saliva as she gagged. He didn't care about her though and the dark flesh was rammed back into her throat again sending an explosion her spit out onto his scrotum and partially covering her chin. A third thrust and she felt her stomach threatening to heave but he continued to assault her throat faster and faster.

Pam got the hang of it after a few minutes, thrusting her tongue out as far as possible, breathing through her nose, relaxing her throat to accept him with as little gagging as possible. She was still choking each time he pushed down, tears started running from her reddened eyes. Pam kept sucking, slurping, stroking his cock until she felt his cock expand in her throat and felt his cum float into her throat. 

The cock in her mouth was pulled away but Pam barely noticed as she focused on her fingers, plunging them in and out of her cunt. She rocked her hips violently sinking the glass bottle in father than before, stretching her anus until the bottle of the bottle started slip into her rectum along with the three fingers in her cunt. There was a new cock in her mouth but she hardly noticed, bobbing her head up and down by reflex. A fourth finger found its way into her pussy churning her juices around. 

She whined as her stomach tightened, her cunt muscles clenching down around her clit. Her juices started flowing down coating her fingers down to her wrist. Pam kept slurping and sucking feeding from the cocks bringing one more off before her own orgasm crashed into her body. 

"No more." She whispered as her own orgasm waned and she realized she'd only gotten two of men off and still at least twenty were standing around her in the abandoned parking lot. She had another between her lips when the sound of an approaching vehicle changed the action.

"You keep quiet and keep sucking." Tyrone growled stepping towards the front of the crowd as a white Civic pulled into the parking lot temporarily blinding everyone.

"Hey have any of you seen my sister?"

Tyrone smiled as he recognized the driver of the Civic. The legendary Kelly herself pulled into a nearby space and stepped out of the car. At twenty years she was nearly two years older than anybody else in the parking lot not that her outfit gave any hint of that. Starting at her head she was wearing pink spaghetti stop that ended just beneath her smallish breasts, at least six inches over her navel. Her jeans were of the low cut popular with her age and leaving little question as to her lack of undergarments. The question was clearly answered by the black thong that extended higher than the painted on blue denim that flowed into a pair of calf high fur boots.




Post Game Rape



"Yeah I seen your sister." Jet answered stepping away from the crowd and sizing Kelly up. She wasn't quite the girl her sister was, at least not to Jet but he loved a bitch for her tits and Pam had at least a full cup size on her sister. Kelly had better hips though, a fantastic ass that was already straining to escape her jeans.

"Where is she?" Kelly asked noticing the tight group of men. She couldn't see to the center but she could hear some of the catcalls emanating from it. Cocksucker. Whore. Skanks. Cum gulper. Kelly felt a familiar need grow inside her. Felt her body start to moisten for sex and she had to wonder if her pants were beginning to darken the fabric around her crotch.

"She's right here, she's still got about twenty to go unless you want to help." 

The crowd parted and Kelly gasped seeing her sister for the first time in hours. Pam was on her knees with a beer bottle jammed most of the way into her ass and not one but two cocks had laid clam to her mouth, stretching her cheeks and pumping in and out over and over again. 

When Pam saw her sister she froze in place with a deep dark cock buried in her throat. She couldn't have spoke with the cock lodged in her windpipe anyway but she still tried forcing out a few whimpers.

"You can either strip down and help Pam with all these cocks or you can turn on around and go home. Can't promise you how your sister will make it home though." Tyrone teased. 

Kelly stepped closer to the group surrounding her sister and felt her heart catch in her throat. Pam, her baby sister, was on her knees with a beer bottle vanishing into her bowels and two cocks trying to meet it in the middle stretching her cheeks to the very limits. Each of her hands were wrapped around a thick rod of man flesh pumping steadily and a easily thirty men were gathered around waiting for a turn with her sister. 

It was an easy decision to make because she had no choice. She couldn't let her sister try to handle this alone so she started by peeling her top off and dropping it to the concrete beside her sister. Next came her boots, easily kicked off as the football cheered the stripping beauty. Kelly peeled her painted on denim from her lithe legs bending at the waist giving half the crowd the pleasure of seeing her shaved quim glistening the flickering streetlights. The other half watched her smallish breasts hang beneath her and saw the shameful tears filling her brown eyes. 

"It's ok Pam, we'll get through this." Kelly whispered to her sister. Pam probably couldn't even hear her over the twin cocks pumping into her cheeks jettisoning her spittle over her cheeks and tits. 

"Way I figure it the more guys you get off the less will be fucking your sister." Tyrone explained reaching into his pants and pulling his mammoth member out of his pants, a solid food of cock and nearly as big around as soda can. "I'll go first." 

Kelly was mesmerized like a rodent with an approaching serpent the massive black snake held her rapt and forced her heart into her throat. There wouldn't be room for it there much longer though. She opened her mouth as wide as she could manage and still felt her lips stretching to accept him. Her jaw felt like it was going dislodge as he pushed farther and farther into her throat. 

Tyrone grunted when his cock bumped against the back of her throat and her tiny body heaved. He didn't let a tiny block like that stop him though, lacing his fingers behind her skull he slowly pulled her towards him until he forced the meat into her esophagus. Tyrone moaned as her throat massaged his cock head with its spasms while he force fed the bitch even more meat. He didn't stop until her nose was buried against his belly and her face was starting to turn red. 

Kelly felt her throat bulging as Tyrone's black snake slithered down her esophagus intent on making it to her belly one thrust at a time. It wasn't the first time that she'd that she'd had a dick down her throat so the panic didn't settle in until her lungs started burning out for oxygen. That was when she started pounding at his hard abs and trying to pull her away from and he let up just as the world was starting to darken around her. She barely had time to draw breath into her lungs before he struck again bouncing his hefty scrotum off her chin and holding himself there as her throat massaged him. One man came up on her side and took her wrist guiding her hand to his rigid rod and another joined him almost immediately on the other side. Kelly knew without being told to stroke, pumping her tiny fists over the maleness in her grip. 

"It's time somebody tried out that pussy!" Jet shouted pulling the guys away from Pam and smiling down at her. "Pick her up, and make sure the bottle stays." Two sets of rough hands took her by the throat; two more pair took her by an arm and leg each and lifted the yelping girl off the ground and letting Jet lay down flat on her jacket before they lowered her back down onto his cock. Jet wasn't the horse hung beast that Tyrone was, he was only a little more than eight inches but that was more than Pam had ever had and if the pair of hands around her throat had let her she would have screamed as it penetrated her flesh. Instead only a choked mewl bubbled up out of her throat. She'd never even realized it was possible to feel as full as she did as he bottomed out in her twat. Eight inches of hot throbbing cock was impaling her cunt, and nearly six inches of hard, cool unforgiving glass was doing the same to her anus and bit by bit she could feel her sphincter relaxing just a bit more and letting it pass a little farther into her bowels. 

Tyrone's fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips and bounced her up and down on his cock like she was a tiny rag doll. Her tits flopped and flailed around just slightly out of sync with the rest of her body threatening to slap her in the face on the violent down strokes that drove cock and bottle deeper into her each time. The bottle thudded against her jacket, her pert ass slapped against his thighs. "God this bitch is tight!" Tyrone shouted picking up the pace to a bestial rutting.

Both of Pam's holes started throbbing with a hunger Pam wasn't familiar with. Kelly usually called it the cock lust. What else could be used to describe the kind need that would drive a woman crave the kinds of degrading acts that Kelly would plead for? For Pam though, she didn't understand the feeling that was starting to spread through her veins and making every inch of her flesh. She felt like her skin was on fire and it compelled her to reach out grasping for cocks wherever she could find them her fists furiously pumping. "More!" Pam cried out hardly recognizing her own voice then. The team was more than happy to oblige her gathering around her and pushing feeding her cock after cock, each man taking turns tickling her tonsils and enjoying her hand jobs.

Kelly found herself pulled up to the tips of her toes letting Tyrone continue to assault her throat but more importantly it gave the team access to her nethers. She squealed in shock when her ass cheeks were pried open and a wad of spit landed directly onto her puckered ass. One finger, then another was forced into her hole stretching the forbidden hole open. The cock lodged in her windpipe stopped her from making any meaningful protest against it. Her eyes gave away how much it hurt to be forced open like that and whimpers tried to escape her throat but mostly just vibrated against Tyrone's foot long cock. The two fingers continued pulling until two more could be forced into her rectum. Kelly's hole gave way bit by bit until it was yawning open and she could feel the cool air inside her anus. A second wad of spit landed on her flesh, right in the crack of her ass where it stayed for a second before it started traveling down that cleft and finally slipped into her hole. 

A hot blush burned at her ears as the team started to comment on her gaped open ass. You could drive a mack truck into that shitter. I think I can see Tyrone's cock. Look at that spit, hole in one. Swish, nothing but net. Between comments she heard them hacking mouthfuls of spit. One by one they started spitting into her stretched open hole using her body as a competition, distance, accuracy, most spit. They were spitting not, onto her but into her, one after the other until they tired of it.

She should have been thankful for the lubrication, since mercy and patience wasn't on the team's agenda and Tyrone decided that he wanted the first shot at her ass. The men held her in place for him as he moved behind her. One thrust was all it took to impale her, one brutal thrust that felt like it split her in two. Kelly dug her nails into her own palms nearly drawing blood. He didn't even let her get used to his length before he started fucking her ass. That kind of fucking could easily have been called assault, each thrust nearly knocked her off her feet and probably would have if they weren't holding her up and of course a cock had been replaced in her throat skewering her at both ends. 

"Holy shit, she took the whole thing!" One of the men shouted pulling out of Pam's mouth just long enough for her to see her sister being spit roasted. Tyrone had her by the knees lifting her lower half off the ground, and her arms were wrapped around a man's waist as he used her throat for his pleasure. Pam only got to watch her sister service cocks for a moment before her view was blocked off by a man's belly and her attention was back on servicing cock as soon as she found another between her lips. 

Kelly blew bubbles in the spittle coating her face and a boy who's name she couldn't remember's cock as Tyrone tried his best to bore his way straight through her burying his cock as deep in her anus as he could manage in several brutal strokes finally erupting his cum into her anus. 

Jet pumped Pam over his cock faster and faster. He didn't even think of her as a person. She was just a cunt, a sleeve of flesh wrapped around his cock. Pam was nothing more than a place for him dump a load of cum. A vessel for him to get off in, he didn't notice that she was choking, both from a pair of hands around her throat and a cock lodged in it. Even if he'd noticed he wouldn't have cared as long he came. The tears pouring out of her eyes didn't mean much to him one way or another, what did matter was that her cunt was clenching down, pulling him deeper into her.

Pam was aware of every wonderful inch of cock in her body. She could feel the veins of Jet's cock grinding in and out of pussy. She could feel the thick bulge on the underside of a dick sawing in and out of her mouth. The feeling of his course pubic hair against her smooth chin each time he bottomed out in her. Her orgasm roared through her body all at once. Pam cinched her legs down around Jet so tight he whimpered a bit while her cunt twat did the same to his member literally milking his cum out of him.

As soon as Jet's orgasm passed Pam was yanked up, again by the throat and a new cock replaced him. "I wanna tit fuck this bitch, look at those knockers!" One called. "Make her sister hold her tits!" Another shouted too much applause. Tyrone picked Kelly up by the hips, continuing his anal assault and put her so behind her sister. Kelly rested her head on Pam's shoulder stretching her tongue out to share the cock her sister was sucking. Her hands came up under her sister's arms cupping her breasts and pinching and twisting her nipples. Too soon for her liking the cock she'd been licking was snatched away from them and sandwiched between her sister's tits. 

The two girls watched hungrily as the piece of black meat pumping between her fleshy mounds teasing them with each stroke. It was only inches from their mouths, from their tongues, they could almost taste it but not quite and then it was pulled away again. 

Tyrone snatched a handful of Pam's hair twisting her head roughly to the side. "What are you?!" Whore. Slut. Skank. Fuck meat. She knew what they wanted to hear from her and more than that she knew it was true. "Louder." Cum guzzler! Ass Fucker! Piss drinker. She was all that and more. Things that even shamed her, things so degrading they had to be seen to be believed. 

He was pulling her hair so hard it felt like her scalp was on fire. She should have been screaming in pain but the cock lust had complete power over her body. "Is this the best you can do? Is this it you piece of shit! Fuck me! Use me! Make me whimper! Choke me, slap me something!" She snarled back at Tyrone.

That was it, that was more than he could take and finally he came flooding her bowels with his semen. It wasn't enough to quench her thirst for cum. Tyrone pulled away from her and before her muscles had even closed her another took his place and another and another, the same happening to her cock crazed sister, countless loads dumped in both girls until their holes were literally filled to the brim with jizz.

"You know I wouldn't want you ladies to leave hungry." Tyrone teased yanking Kelly up to her feet. "Open your mouth Pam open wide!" Pam hesitantly opened her mouth and Kelly squatted over her sister and pushed all the cum that had flowed into her ass and into Pam's mouth. Pam didn't pull away at all, the all consuming lust burning inside her wouldn't let her pull away. It made her lean forward and stuck her tongue out scooping mouthfuls of cum from her sister's rectum, scraping the sperm from Kelly's sphincter until she'd gobbled down every bit.

"Your turn sis." Pam purred gripping her Kelly's chin and pulling her sister into a sperm soaked kiss. After the torrid kiss ended she pushed Kelly flat on her back and sat on her sister's face. "Eat it sis." Kelly obeyed the command, licking and slurping at Pam's cunt sucking out mouthfuls of cum. 

"Mmmmmm something to wash it down with would be nice." Kelly cooed looking up at the forest of cocks surrounding them. She wasn't even really aware that they were connected to men any longer. She just saw cocks and sadly most of them were soft and weren't going to pleasure her anymore.

"Holy shit, she's fuckin' serious." Jet said in amazement before pushing Pam down so her face was right next to Kelly's. "Let's do it, golden shower these bitches." Jet was the first person to start his warm urine splashing against Kelly's cheek, then some in her mouth and some up her nose. A second later there were two streams, then three and four filling both girls' mouths with the frothing yellow fluid that they gulped down as if it were their favorite flavor. It was nearly ten minutes when the last drops of piss had been shaken down onto the girls' tongues.

"Good night." Tyrone called as he jumped into the back of a pick up truck waving something. Kelly realized a second later it was her shirt. In fact a second glance and she saw that between the only clothing the men had left the two were shoes. Everything else had been taken, and with them the car keys.

"Fuck!" Kelly shouted pulling her boots back on and looking at her sister. Pam had a glazed look on her face, like she wasn't even there other than the smile plastered on her sperm coated lips. 

"Is it always this good sis?" Pam finally managed turning her head to her sister.

"Sometimes it's better." Kelly responded and leaned down kissing her baby sister. 

"How are we gonna get home?"

"We'll call uncle. I'm sure he'd be happy to pick us up." Kelly said with a smile.

"But I don't have any grass." Pam said with a mischievous smile.

"Me either." Kelly said as she got her feet and pulled Pam up to hers. "I don't have any cash either."

"Me either. Well that's two out of three but I think we've got it covered." 



Post-Game Social



(If you're looking for straight up, well "straight up", lesbian sex this doesn't have it. They say you should write about what you know, so here goes. All of the terms (scrumhalf, prop, center, lock) are rugby positions.)

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I love this part. The part where you can feel the alcohol moving in your veins, the part when the music gets a touch louder and the lights dim. Everyone has started to forget the aches of the game and the fact that the other team's prop threw a punch at our scrumhalf. The bad feelings have been left behind and in their place are the music and the press of strong female bodies. These are women who dance without thought, they move for their pleasure and their partner's pleasure, whoever she happens to be. And people are paring up. The couples on the teams usually go first, with the singles looking on at each other, sizing each other up. Will it be the center who knocked with wind out of you with her tackle or the lock with the big hands?

Those are my questions as the music throbs. We're all still sweaty from the game and the smell in the room is pungent and earthy. It is the smell of aroused women; the smell of women who love being physical in as many ways as possible. The singles are moving closer to each other now; we eye each other and notice the details that the uniforms obscured. I see the center moving towards me, she's got the broad shoulders and strong legs that never cease to arouse me. I make eye contact, hold it for one second and then look away, all the while dancing closer to her. Moving my hips to the pounding bass, I close my eyes and revel in the feel of my body's motion; willing the center to do the same.

She obliges, as when I open my eyes she's in front of me. Again, there is eye contact; this time permission is asked and answered all in a heartbeat. It's an exchange that we're all familiar with, the assurance that rejection won't come as soon as a move is made. Our hips move closer together; we keep our arms apart for a second, both of us are holding beers anyways. She's the taller of us and quickly moves her thigh in between mine; we're too close to meet eyes now but it doesn't matter. The heat between us, the heat starting between my thighs, is enough. For now.

The song ends and the music pauses for a second as the old system finds a new song to titillate us with. None of us has the funding for a good sound system, as always, we make do. We take the pause to finish our beers, and when the music starts again I pull her closer. Again, her thigh is between mine, but this time I've got a hand on her waist. The feel of her body is amazing; I make the first move and slide a hand down to her ass. She sucks in her breath and runs her hands up and down my sides. Not quite touching my breasts, not quiet reaching my hips; just enough motion to make me squirm and press myself against her. Her thigh is still between mine and I've long been grinding on her. I'm still lightly rubbing her ass as she leans in to kiss me.  

Her lips are chapped from the sun and the wind; they feel rough and exciting on mine. I kiss her back, letting my tongue slip in there. That gets a reaction as she pulls me against her even harder. My reaction has me pressing even harder against her thigh; I feel like I could come just from the friction of it all. Her hands are still moving, although they're ever closer to my breasts, she still teases me.

We're still on the dance floor, my teammates looking on with amusement and approval. I bask in that approval, the recognition that a sweaty, dirty woman wearing a tank top and rugby shorts can be beautiful beyond measure. To us, my tall, athletic center is gorgeous. She may have kicked my ass on the field, but now she's turned from a ferocious beast into a sexual angel, moving seductively in my arms. Her lips never leaving mine. 

The night is fickle, however; I know our options are limited. We could be naked within five minutes or her car might have to leave within two. I still don't know her name. Right now, though, it doesn't matter. The music is still throbbing, her leg is still burning between mine and her ass is still shifting beneath my hands. Her kisses are still sweet and I let the joy of the moment take over. 

Did I mention I love this part?

(As always, constructive criticism is appreciated.)



Post-Game Swim Party Confession



It held the promise of most of the post-softball tournament swim parties. The same guys I had played with for a few years, the same wives or girlfriends. Everyone was in pretty good shape, especially the women. There was always the casual flirtation between some of the guys and some different wives, but it was to be quick and unrecognizable. It had become the post tournament ritual, some beers and a few inappropriate glances on the sly.

The women had slipped into their two pieces, and the guys had assumed their bare-chested postures, each group slurping down their share of beer. I had assumed my usual position in the shade with sunglasses on to obscure my passion for checking out the women who were not my wife. 

Then everything changed. There was someone new. The new girlfriend of a guy that hadn't played with us too long made her entrance. It wasn't so much that she was gorgeous, it was the way she carried herself. Confident, proud, powerful, and sexual. She knew she was put together and was not ashamed to let the rest of us know. 

Thank goodness for the sunglasses, as I could not take my eyes off of her for more than a few seconds at a time. She took off her coverup, revealing the kind of cleavage that always gets attention. Her nipples pushing hard against the thin material that was supposed to hide her attributes. I was mesmerized, feeling myself stiffen with each look in her direction. She slipped into the pool, letting the coolness of the water stiffen her already erect nipples even harder. I could not look away.

After a few hours of beers and glancing it was time for dinner and I excused myself from the table where I was sitting with my wife to go to the bathroom. It was in use so I patiently waited my turn, shutting my eyes to focus my thoughts on the tantalizing body of the new girl. The doorknob opened and out she stepped. She had changed from her suit into a thin half-top that did nothing to hide those nipples that I so desired. My heart raced, and my cock stiffened as she gave a quick smile and edged past me. Oh the power of a beautiful woman.

I went into the bathroom and was immediate stunned by the sight of her swimming suit hanging over the towel rack. Those two thin pieces of material that had hid what my mind and body wanted to feel hung draped within my reach. Locking the door, I removed the suit and felt the softness and thinness of the material. The thought of her in this suit overpowered me and I couldn't help myself as I quickly unzipped my pants so I could wrap the thin material around my cock. I stood there, pants around ankles, rubbing myself with the semi-thong bottoms. I shut my eyes filling myself with the vision of her pussy that was only a few moments ago covered by this material. I couldn't contain myself any longer, and I began to rub the bottoms around my cock faster and faster. I had to cum on them…had to feel like I was cumming in her. It didn't take long until my cum had covered the inside of her bottoms and I was wiping the second spurt inside the cups of the top half. I couldn't help but feel like I was rubbing the tip of my dick over her hard, erect nipples. Nothing sets me off more than nipples like hers.

The knock on the door startled me and my wife's voice got me in a panic. I quickly said I would be right out, but stood staring at the cum all over this suit. In a panic I hung the suit back up and quickly left the bathroom. 

I was nervous at dinner, sure that someone would put two and two together and figure out that I had just jerked myself off in this girl's swimsuit. Time after time I asked if we could leave early, but the wife was deep in meaningless conversation that I knew would take a while to finish. Trying to calm myself, I made it through dinner, entering into small talk and trying not to act to guilty. And then it happened. This new girl announced she was going back into the pool and wondered if anyone would like to join her. Of course all of the guys said yes….but me. The new girl headed to the bathroom to again put on her suit and I again was in a terrible panic. Soon she would be putting on her suit filled with my cum. I begged my wife to leave and she finally agreed, but only after she had one more conversation. As I stood by my wife's side, the new girl approached in her suit. My eyes shut and my heart raced. I felt a hand lightly touch my shoulder and she whispered in my ear, "Nice". I couldn't speak and I couldn't move, but I had to get out of there. I hurried the wife's conversation along, grabbed her hand and made for the exit. The new girl's voice had the same power as her body, and I could feel myself semi-hard as we left the house.

As we left, my wife gave me a funny look….."Why were you in such a hurry?"

"No reason…just tired I guess" I lied. She smiled a nasty kind of smile.

Her hand purposefully brushed the front of my shorts and she could feel my excited state. Now I didn't know what to do and made my way into the car as quickly as I could, desperately needing to leave this place of my sexual weakness. It wasn't but a couple blocks away that my wife leaned over, unzipped me, and lowered her head onto my still hard cock as I drove. Up and down her head slowly bobbed, and my thoughts went immediately to the new girl and how I wish it was her mouth surrounding my cock.

She continued until we made it home. My foreplay long over, I needed to fuck her immediately. The moment we got into the house I grabbed her, ripped off her clothes, and got on top of her. Her hard nipples on my chest only made me think of the new girl more and more. She knew how excited I was and she got off on my intensity. We orgasmed together…loudly.

Shortly after I was lying in bed, completely spent from all the sexual tension and my complete release. My wife lay next to me, sharing my exhaustion. 

She rolled over and put her mouth to my ear. "Nice" was all she said. I looked in her eyes, and I knew she knew. She smiled knowing that I knew too. I was getting hard again.