12 comments/ 86413 views/ 36 favorites Meena's Post-Match Warm-Up By: empty_coffee_cup Huge clouds of steam bloomed and swayed in the air above her. They formed strange, floating continents that were in a constant state of flux and reform. Meena stared at them, her mind empty, her body boiled free of sore muscles and aching bruises. Only when the waterlogged corpse of a paperback floated past her head did she realise that she had fallen asleep in the bath again. She shrugged, noting with delight that the dull pain in her shoulder from when their big number four had dragged her to the ground in the penalty area was already beginning to abate. Oh well, another trashy novel lost to the waters of the hot tub - she had to learn to stop reading in the bath. She fished the book out with two fingers, which was mostly unnecessary since it wasn't going to get any wetter, and dropped it over the side onto the tiles. This new sports centre wasn't all that bad, she reflected, resettling her washcloth over her eyes and reclining once again. As the star striker for her team if she had been a guy this bath would have been five times the size and she'd be driving a Porsche home. But despite her team climbing up the league, she was still on a semi-pro level; and while occasionally they played games at the huge stadium across town, most of their games took place in this newly constructed sports-centre-cum-mini-stadium. The team couldn't all climb in the bath together after a match, they had to do it in shifts, and while the council had laid on exclusive changing rooms and showers for them, there were still some no-mark non-league teams who were allowed to play here and use the other facilities. It had been mostly built to support their team though, and that was a nice advance in attitudes. The disparity between men's and women's football did annoy Meena at times, but never to the point of distraction. Women's football was getting more popular, she got paid to play it, and she got to relax in this bath long after everyone else had gone home. Nothing to complain about there. Meena shifted the washcloth slightly and peered into the clouds around her. She couldn't see the clock for all this steam, what time was it anyway? She couldn't have been sleeping long considering how hot the water still was. Then again, it had been virtually scalding when she got in. Probably whatever time it was, it was time to get out. She was properly cooked. Meena sat up in the water, stretching her arms up and out, before bringing them together and wringing out her washcloth. She stood and stretched again for a moment, letting the water run off her slender, trim physique. She was in perfect form right now. She needed to be. Barely an ounce of excess weight clung to her frame, although happily the heavy curve of her large breasts remained undiminished. She worked out every day, building muscle mass; and ate a strict diet dictated by the team's nutritionist (also their reserve goalie, but hey! They had a nutritionist!). She couldn't resist a little vanity over the way the water found its little routes down her body: over the round swell of the breasts that made a sports-bra a must, down the flat belly that had just the faintest trace of muscle definition and into the tiny, trimmed wedge she had left of her bush. All she needed was the time to meet a guy, she thought with a chuckle. Meena reached for her towel and as she turned, arm outstretched, reaching up to the hook, the door opened. The room had felt so warm, enclosed and safe with all the steam. But the steam had only been waiting for an escape hatch, and as the door was firmly jerked open it fled out into the hallway, giving Meena nothing to hide behind. She froze, one foot in the bath, one on the ledge, astonished, stark naked and dripping wet as two pairs of eyes stared back at her. This was so ludicrous, so unbelievable that she couldn't even move to cover herself. The faces of the two men (almost naked but with the advantage of towels knotted around their waists and no breasts to worry about) were equally stunned. They weren't leering, or lecherous, they were just as astonished to see her as she was to see them. Their eyes however, couldn't help sweeping over her dark caramel skin; trying to cover her slim, sporty body, her perky, succulent breasts, the black hair that lay above her hidden opening, as quickly as possible. "Oh my God!" Meena broke the silence, with a shrill yell, "What the fuck?! What the hell are you guys doing? Get out!" Her body came back to life and she snatched her towel from the hook and pressed it to her body. The two men - one a brick wall with a lantern jaw hung on it, the other lean, athletic and unshaven - span around, not quite obeying her order. They faced back into the corridor, but didn't exit, filling the door. They both started apologising as fast as they could. "Oh God, I'm sorry, we just..." "We weren't trying to spy on you or... We honestly didn't know..." "... Can't apologise enough for..." "... Sorry that we saw what we... well not sorry but... I mean so sorry!" "Shut up! Just... you guys don't knock or anything?" Meena cut their stream of apologies off as she hopped out of the bath and quickly started drying herself, staring sorely at their bare backs. Her white towel scrubbed quickly between her legs, then over the smooth, brown skin of her perfect backside. "We thought all you girls had gone home! Your match finished hours ago, everyone else left!" the big guy explained, one hand on his towel, the other running through his sandy hair in a kind of panic. They were scared? Of course! If Meena kicked up enough fuss about this then whatever crappy Sunday League team they played for could be banned from using this place! "So?" she cried, half dry and already pulling on her thick, white robe, "We have priority in this stuff, someone should have checked we were done here!" "Someone... did," the smaller guy answered uncertainly, "I guess he didn't do such a good job." "No shit," Meena spat, "and why are you still here? Fuck off already!" "Hey!" the big guy's shoulders tensed a little, "C'mon, it was an honest mistake." Meena took a deep breath, counted to ten, and released it. This was good practice for that 'attitude problem' her coach was always telling her about. Release, forgive, don't seek vengeance. Especially not with your studs showing. These two seemed apologetic, they weren't pervs. She tried to return to her zen-like bath-state. "Ok, ok, I believe you." "Thank you," she watched his muscular back relax and couldn't resist spending a couple of moments perving herself. Boy, was he built! 'Broad' seemed somehow inadequate when it came to that granite slab of a back. "Yeah, we cool?" the short guy's stubble was longer than the buzz-cut on top of his head. "We're cool," Meena conceded, gathering her things, "Now get out of here for fucks sake!" The little guy (he was still taller than her, Meena realised, it was just that next to that hulk everyone looked 'little') started to leave, but the big, blonde-topped mountain paused. "Hey... you aren't Jag's sister, are you?" "Sorry?" Meena stopped, surprised. "Jag Shukta. Are you Jag's sister?" "Fuck off!" Meena smiled and frowned at the same time, thrown, "How do you know that?" "Well I saw you, and I knew that Jag's sister played for the team, and..." "And I'm the only little Indian girl on the team?" Meena laughed, "Follow women's football do you?" Her voice was teasing, but much more relaxed now. The big guy was still standing to attention, facing into the corridor stupidly while the other man was looking back into the room at her. It was fine now that she was swathed in the thick, lush robe. "I met you before..." he scratched the back of his neck unconsciously, and Meena stared pensively at him before realisation dawned across her pretty face. "Eugene?!" He flinched and his friend laughed, "Lanky Eugene that used to come round to our house?" "Well, everyone calls me Euge now, but..." "Oh my God!" Meena laughed again and almost slapped his massive back in greeting, "How are you? You can turn around now if you want." Euge, all tension gone now, turned with an easy smile, "Meena right?" "You remember! Man, I must have been, like, fifteen last time I met you. You've filled out a bit!" Meena couldn't keep the appreciation out of her voice and she hoped he hadn't noticed that her eyes had been wandering too - taking in the definition and shape of his torso, the faint light hairs that were scattered across his chest and the small trail that lay invitingly just above his towel. She was towelling her long black hair now, maybe that had covered where she was looking as she cocked her head on one side. "Ah," he laughed, "yeah, I used to play rugby in uni. Football now though." "Wow!" Meena wrapped her hair up into the towel and on top of her head. The three of them stepped out into the corridor chatting now as if they were old friends. "Eric," Euge introduced, "this is Meena. I went to school, uni and work with her brother. Meena, this is Eric off... well, my team." "Yeah, that's right," Meena shook Eric's hand absently, remembering now that Euge and Eric had both worked at that software company just outside of town. "Nice to meet you Eric." "Ah - likewise," Eric smiled, and Meena realised he was still kind of jittery from seeing her naked just a few minutes before. Whatever, she was over it, and she was proud of what she had anyway. "You must be..." Euge reached for the numbers, "like, twenty four now?" "Well done!" Meena smiled playfully, "And you're pushing the big three-oh?" "Already there," Euge shrugged ruefully, "can't go back now." Meena stared at him a little too long before she responded to that line. Why would he want to go back? Thirty was looking very good on him indeed. "Well, ok," Meena shrugged at last, "no harm done about that thing before," she waved her hand at the open door of the bath room, "so I'm going. You boys enjoy your bath together." She couldn't help the little jab, and couldn't help laughing at her own joke. "Nice seeing you again," Euge said with another casual smile. The extra weight really suited him, even making his features more friendly, without making them any softer. In Meena's memory Eugene resembled a stick of chalk: tall, thin and featureless. This modern Euge was much more... intriguing. He made Meena feel like playing. So what the hell, she would play. "I'm still surprised you recognised me," she started backing away down the corridor, her tone already teasing, "After all, I don't think you ever saw these before." She stopped, cocked her hips, and opened her gown with a flourish, giving the pair another display of her full frontal beauty, "and that's all you were looking at back there." The two men stared, open mouthed with wonder, as Meena wrapped her robe around her again and ran back to her changing room, giggling like a schoolgirl. Sure enough, the rest of her team had long since departed, leaving only her bags on the shelf above the long bench that ran all the way around the room. In the centre was another bench, this one wider but made from the same wooden slats as the rest, and it was that bench that Meena dumped her bags onto in order to get changed. But she couldn't stop thinking about Euge. His friend had been cute enough in a laid-back semi-slacker way, but Euge himself was something she wanted to investigate in more depth. She bit her lip cheekily - and to have him investigate her... in more depth. As she laid out her clothes, she was so lost in fantasies of how they would meet again, or how she would get his number, that the confident knock on the door made her jump out of her skin. Oh, now who was that then? Her heart started beating faster now, although she knew that it was just as likely to be some janitorial staff as it was to be Euge coming down here to take what she had tempted him with. She stopped in front of the mirror on the way to the door. Her hair was a towelled, tangled jet-black cascade, and the faintest sheen of moisture still clung to the skin that was exposed in the gaping neck of the robe. She tugged the white garment open a bit more, so that the enticing valley that lay between her breasts was brazenly apparent, and the gorgeous contrast between her rich, brown skin and the pure white of the robe was instantly eye catching. Oh, if this was cleaning staff she was going to be mortified. When she opened the door - just a few inches, but making sure that she was perfectly framed in the gap - she imperceptibly breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't the cleaners. "Hey," Euge had a curious expression on his face. Meena's heart sped up a little more; she felt the blood pumping around her body, felt alive - just like she did on the pitch. Eric was with him too, and neither looked like they'd set foot in the bath. "Oh, hey!" Meena faked surprise, badly, "What are you doing here?" Euge, still smiling, didn't seem to have an answer. "Well..." Eric stepped in, and now for some reason Meena found her eyes drawn to his body. He didn't have the massive impact of Euge's frame, but he was lean and muscular and... mmm, delicious in his own way. "Well, we were talking about the crappy little changing rooms we get to use, and we wondered - since you're still here and everything - if we could see how the other half lives." "That," Euge seemed glad for the assist, "is exactly it." "Oh! Right! Of course, well," Meena swung the door open and stepped back, ushering them in, "be my guests." Shivers of joy ran up and down her back as she watched their eyes devouring her as the passed. The gaping V of the fluffy white robe was framing, displaying, offering her body to them, and they ate it up with their eyes, prying at the edges for a peek at her dark nipples. She didn't think they could see them, but then she was putting quite a lot on display, she wasn't entirely sure. The two men whistled appreciatively as they stepped in, dragging their eyes off her and trying to seem interested in the benches, hooks and neon lights of the changing room. "Well, this is twice as big as what we have to use," Eric mused, one hand still securing his towel, pacing barefoot around the bench in the middle of the room, describing a lazy circle. "And much... nicer." Euge took only a few steps into the room and Meena found herself following him, her eyes on the gently shifting muscles of his gorgeous back. She wanted to sink her teeth into the thick muscles of his shoulder, make him cry out, make him angry so that he would grab her and... "Well," she managed to escape that little daydream with some effort and come back with something, "that's because it's our name on the gates here. Humble and all, but...." "Ever wonder how you lot'd do against a team of guys?" Euge paused and turned, his smile cryptic and his eyes becoming... darker somehow. Meena suddenly felt the bare expanse of flesh she had exposed tingling in the air. "Your lot? We'd have you no problem," she laughed nervously, "against the real men... I don't think we'd do so well." The two men were silent for a moment, Eric behind her still inspecting the facilities she supposed, and Eugene in front of her, a good foot taller than her and pinning her to the spot with his gaze. Smouldering, Meena thought, that would be the usual word to describe it. She swallowed. Was this going where she thought it was? Was she... ok with that? There was going to be a point, she knew, very soon, a point of no return where she couldn't just cry all of this off as a joke. At the moment she felt she could trust Euge, and if she laughed now and told him to get out then they would, she was sure. Bit if she waited much longer it would be awkward and embarrassing for everyone. That was, if she wanted them to leave at all. 'Them.' Meena's pupils dilated in surprise as the thought occurred to her for the first time. She had been slavering over Euge, and wishing for him to come a-knocking on her door, and when Eric had arrived with him she had supposed it was for moral support or the like. But what if they were both here for... for her? She swallowed again, closed her eyes (Euge's magnetic gaze be damned) and held her breath for a moment to compose herself. She had to decide. She had to decide where this was going, now. "Well," she heard a girl's voice saying, "this is really all there is to the changing rooms. Was there anything else you wanted to see?" Oh, well, she was the only girl in the room, so she supposed that had been her. She opened her eyes and Euge's broad, handsome face was grinning at her - wolfish and hungry. "Now that you mention it," he started, his voice low and smooth, "there were some other, ah... features, I was curious about." He stepped towards her - three paces away now. "F-features?" Meena raised her eyebrows, cool and playful. She just prayed that he couldn't see her clenching her fist by her side trying to stop her hand from shaking. "Yes, the... features that you gave me..." Euge paused and glanced over Meena's shoulder for a second, and for a moment she saw his eyebrows raised questioningly at Eric. Meena wanted to glance back, to see what secret conversation they were having, but moving anything at all right now would be tempting some kind of muscular breakdown. Her body was ringing, softly, subtly, like a tuning fork that never stopped. Euge seemed to have his answer, he started again, "The features that you gave us a glimpse of out in the corridor." This was it. The moment of truth, and suddenly there were no nerves. There was no doubt at all in Meena's mind - she only hoped that they could keep up with her. Her hand, smooth and confident now, moved up to her chest and she rested her fingers ever so gently on the lapel of her robe, just above her left breast. "Features?," she arched an eyebrow, "I don't think that the 'features' you're talking about come as part of the regular tour, y'know." "I don't think we're on the regular tour, Ms. Shukta," Euge growled, and suddenly Meena remembered Eric, realised he was right behind her, breathing on her neck almost, and then he had her arms, had them behind her back, holding them back there with his, locking his arms through her armpits, and just like that she was helpless. Meena was breathless, she hadn't been hurt in the slightest, but the smooth speed with which Eric had moved had knocked the air out of her. He was a few inches taller than her, but the way he was holding her meant that she wasn't leaning forward, but leaning back slightly, facing up at Euge. She tested his grip, but she wasn't going anywhere, her arms were locked firmly behind her back. "Is that ok?" Eric asked, surprising Meena with his civility when he had just slipped her into some kind of martial arts arm-lock. She nodded mutely, teeth pressing into her lower lip, her gaze being captivated by Euge again. "Bloody hell, Meena," Euge started with a huge smile, "I don't think I've ever seen anything like you." Meena frowned and forced a sour smile. "Wait, is this some kind of exotic Indian..." "No, no!" Euge, raised his hands, "I mean, you're fucking... You're a fucking force of nature girl! You know what you want don't you?" "Oh, ok," Meena relaxed, "yeah, I can be pretty... determined, I guess." "Ok," Euge brought his hand up, and his palm was hot against her face, "well if you want us to stop, we will. Just say." Meena simply nodded, her heart beating faster and faster now, her skin prickling from a million simultaneous pin-pricks. "Oh, and don't worry, we won't take this as a sign of your football skills," Eugene grinned wickedly, only a step away now, "after all, it's two on one." "Oh! Screw you!" Meena laughed, but this turned to a gasp of nerves as Euge reached out and with a slow tug on one end of the tie, unfastened her robe. All six eyes looked down as the fluffy fabric slipped and fell open, still clinging to her breasts, to the nipples that she knew were already pert and hard, but exposing her body all the way down, exposing the dark pubic hair and smooth skin of her thighs. Meena's breath was coming heavier and deeper now; she wanted this, but the way Eric was holding her she really was helpless, displayed for them, a plaything for them. Meena's Post-Match Warm-Up "Fuck, that's beautiful," groaned Eric over her shoulder, craning his neck to see. "Not finished yet," Euge murmured and with both hands, pushed the robe back, off her heavy breasts and pressed it into the tight cracks between her arms and her torso so that it was trapped there. Now she was really exposed, her whole body except her arms completely there - there for their pleasure and their greedy eyes. Before, they had been able to get a glimpse of everything, but now they could inspect her at their leisure. She looked down again herself, at her large breasts and her toned body and she thrilled to find pride swelling inside her - let them look, she was the most gorgeous thing they would ever see. "Fuck," Eric said again, and she felt him resettling his grip on her, getting more comfortable. With a rush she remembered the towels that they were wearing, the flimsy fabric that protected their modesty, and she crossed her fingers, hoping for the show that she would provoke in them. God, she wanted to see that, and her eyes started searching the front of Euge's towel and... fuck, there it was already. A bulge, a tenting of the white towel, growing bigger every second. She licked her lips. "Meena Shukta, you really are a big girl now, aren't you?" Euge chuckled and his big, strong hands cupped her breasts, each coming from underneath to lift the heavy tits, then drop them down so that they shook and jiggled in a divinely dirty way. God, he looked so pale when his skin was touching her Meena thought. She liked the way he looked so delicate, and she allowed a sexy little whine to escape her throat - she knew they would like it. Euge kept playing with her, her helplessness giving him an easy pass to do whatever he felt like to her, and to take his time about it. He grabbed her breasts from the front, stretching his fingers over the soft flesh and squeezing them, then he cupped and shook them, then he brought his thumb and forefinger together over the deep brown skin of her pert nipples and pinched and pulled. Meena, at first, was gasping for their benefit. But she was soon being turned on past the point where she could easily conceal it, and started to let out little pants and moans that were completely involuntary. Her arms tight behind her back, it was as if she were thrusting her tits out for Euge's pleasure, and he was taking a lot of pleasure in it. His actions became quicker: squeezing, cupping, lifting, jiggling, pinching... all in quick succession. Her breathing was short and torn, she didn't know whether to fight for control now or just let herself go. Suddenly she realized that the hard wedge driving itself into the small of her back wasn't Eric's hip bone. It was his prick, rock hard and jutting up through his towel, and he was slowly grinding it against her as if unable to control himself. Meena focussed herself and looked down, and there it was, Euge's cock absolutely erect and solid for her, raising the front of his towel in a sexy, comical manner. Oh, but it was big. Even the silhouette of it that she could see the towel draped over made it look... daunting. Fat and long and... At that moment Euge gave the outside of her tender tits both a soft, open handed slap, finding another way to make them jump and jiggle for him. She didn't feel the slap in her chest though; she felt it between her legs. Between the constant teasing of her breasts, the cock that was pushing into her back and the prick that was barely concealed in front of her, she was getting... she was getting really wet. She squealed, choking the sound off, and she found that for some reason she was trying to hide her arousal - twisting her waist and pressing her thighs tightly together. That, of course, alerted Euge instantly to what was going on. "Oh dude, do that again," Eric requested from behind her, his voice thick with arousal, "That was... fuck, that was so hot." "Relax man," Euge grinned devilishly, "I think Meena liked that too." He opened his hands again and brought them in, hard and fast. Her flesh quivered and shook, and although this time Meena didn't feel it deep within herself, it still made her yelp and added to the fog of arousal that was clouding her brain. In fact, it wasn't the sensations from her chest that were affecting her now she realised, it was the feeling that she was on a polished incline and that she was sliding inexorably down it, picking up speed and with no way of slowing herself. Her thighs were tense and she cried out, a short bark releasing the other tension that was building inside her. Meena hung her head now, letting her tangle of raven hair fall infront of her face, blood rushing to her cheeks. Oh God, this was exactly what she wanted, but that didn't stop her from finding it so, so embarrassing. More slaps. More squeezing. More pinching. More moans and gasps wrought from her body. Her breasts were sensitive now; they felt somehow heavier than usual, and every time her torso moved she was excruciatingly aware of how they swung and bounced. "You are so bloody beautiful," Euge whispered and suddenly he was leaning down, half crouching, half bending to bring his massive frame to a level where he could suck the dark, hard buttons of her nipples between his pink lips. Meena's head flew back and she let it rest against Eric's shoulder as this new, softer assault began. Euge's lips pulling and sucking at her tingling flesh, gentler than his fingers but somehow more insistent, and every now and then his big tongue flicking the tips of her nipples up and down, light and quick and over before she knew it. As he moved over to her other breast she felt Eric's lips, and the rough scratch of his stubble, as he leaned down to kiss her neck. Her moans were soft and constant now, a bed for the almost inaudible sounds of the boys' lips as they caressed and tasted her skin. She opened her eyes and all she could see was the neon light above her, but she didn't want to move her head because Eric's lips on her slender neck just felt so good. This sweet, soft attention continued for what seemed like an age, and, reeling, Meena steadied herself by spreading her feet on the floor slightly and leaning back on Eric slightly. She didn't even realise what this pose invited until, lips still clamped to her needy breast, Euge brought two fingers to the hot, moist lips that she had left unprotected. "Wait..." she started, her eyes snapping open, but almost as soon as she said it she realised how absurd that was at a time like this. She didn't want him to wait at all, this was long overdue. It was just the remnants of her nervousness from before, she knew that, but still each development was still catching her unprepared. Meena hated being caught unprepared, at work, on the pitch, in bed, but here she almost... liked not being in control for once. "Wait?" Euge's lips left her nipple and he looked up at her with scepticism and amusement. "You really want me to wait?" Eric was nibbling on her ear, his teeth softly tugging on her small lobe as she shook her head silently. "You don't want me to wait?" Euge had her, he knew it and she knew it. She'd planted this seed in his head and now she had to face the consequences. "I'm not sure I, um, understand Meena? Do you want me to wait or don't you?" "I," Meena's voice was so shaky that it surprised even her, "I don't want you to wait." "Wait to do what?" Euge's face was a picture of wholesome innocence. "Fuck off, Euge," Meena complained with a shuddering laugh. Fuck though, Erics lips, on her other ear now, sucking and tugging, made it hard to concentrate. "I'm... I'm lost here Meena," Euge's reaction was pure bemusement, but his fingers were still there, the two middle fingers of his right hand resting gently on her, just barely touching the folds of her pussy. Barely was enough, Meena could feel them as if they were already inside her, already penetrating her. "What exactly is it that you don't want me to wait to do?" "Don't make me say it you wanker," Meena groaned, the tip of Eric's tongue tracing the delicate curves and lines of her ear. "Meena, you've lost me completely..." "Don't not wait to..." Meena started, but completely lost the thread of her sentence, "Aargh!" His fingers! God, was he pressing them a little harder? Just a little? She couldn't tell, maybe it was just in her head. "One more time, baby," Euge encouraged her, and now his left hand was at her breast again, gently cupping and squeezing it, but ever so gently. "Just..." Meena summoned her reserves of strength to answer, "put your fingers inside me already." "Put my fingers inside where?" Oh for fuck's sake, how long was this going to go on? Meena's face contorted in frustration as she felt, rather than heard, Eric chuckling as his lips continued their work. "Put your fingers," Meena stated, slowly and firmly, her face hot with blood once again, "in my pussy." "Oh! I get it!" Euge exclaimed, and she half expected him to slap his forehead dramatically as the penny dropped. Meena sighed in relief and simultaneously prepared herself for the penetration that she was, by now, craving so badly. But still his fingers were there, touching her, pressing oh so lightly but not penetrating. "What's the magic word then?" Eric's lips left her skin now as he coughed up a burst of laughter that he just couldn't contain. "The magic..." Meena looked down at him in disbelief, "Listen arsehole, stop fucking around, and..." "Meena," Euge said simply, "you're not in charge here." That one bare sentence hit her like ten thousand volts, bringing the tiny hairs on her arms and the back of her neck to attention. Oh no, this was going to be horribly, torturously wonderful, wasn't it? The pins and needles were back - all over her body. "Please Euge, put your fingers in my pussy." With Eric's lips off her for a moment she let her head fall forwards, and her hair cover her face again. "Almost." Euge pressed this time, he definitely pressed, and the pressure on her lips was exquisite. She was so wet inside, wet and ready, and she knew she must be moist and inviting on the outside too. God, his willpower was enormous. Just for a second her eyes flickered open and focused, through the curtain of her hair, on the shape of that prick, massive and juicy - well, not just his willpower. "But, do you just want them inside you or..." "Oh!" this time Meena interrupted him with a hoarse cry of defeat, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear. "Please fuck my pussy with your fingers, Euge," she gasped making her concession just a little more dramatic and pleading than was natural, "Fuck me... please?" That did it, and with a warm smile Euge ran his two fingers along her hot, damp slit once, twice - just opening her slightly, and on the third pass his thick, solid fingers slipped inside and sank into her. Meena groaned and shuddered as the two digits penetrated her to the first knuckle. Euge's wide, two-fingered approach meant that she was still too tight inside to let him in any further than that, but that was far enough for her to feel like she had been split open. Eugene was squatting on his haunches in front of her, one hand up inside her and the other resting on his thighs, and... oh yes, slightly rubbing himself through the towel. Eric shifted her, and, noticing that she was struggling less, he switched his grip so that he wasn't locking her arms anywhere near as tightly. In this new hold he had both arms pinned with only one of his, while his other arm, the left one, reached around her so that he could partake in the rough tit-fondling that Euge had moved on from. Eugene's fingers weren't exactly the most skilled or subtle, but right at that moment, with Meena stunned and reeling from what was going on, they didn't need to be. He seemed oblivious to her clit, just slowly fucking his two, massive fingers in and out of her warm, juicy opening and letting her relax more and more. This slow two-fingered penetration stoked the fires of her body, heating her up unbearably, the robe on her shoulders getting more and more uncomfortable, and before long she realised that he was two knuckles deep, then his fingers were fucking into her right up to the base with a wet, sucking sound that flushed her cheeks all over again. "How's that, Meena?" Euge asked, but any attempt by Meena to answer was cut off by the squeal of surprise that Eric provoked by pinching the tender skin of her right nipple and pulling. And it wasn't a short pinch this time, he pulled and lifted the heavy flesh of her breast away from her body by only her nipple, distending it obscenely. The noise that came from her throat kept going and she arched her back away from him and raised herself up on tip-toes, trying to bring her chest up with the breast he was tormenting. Euge laughed and let her lift herself almost completely off his fingers. When Eric finally released her she dropped back onto her heels and inadvertently fucked herself, hard, onto Euge's fingers. "Oh fuck! Ah, ah!" she gasped, and of course Eric, realising what had happened immediately reached his arm around further and started on the other breast. Pinching, lifting; Meena rising, whining and then the release and the filthy wet slurp of her pussy fucking itself onto those upraised fingers. "Ok, this is just..." Euge started, shaking his head in wonder as, again, he started finger fucking her for himself. Meena wasn't really interested in what he was about to say now though, she was just surrendering herself to the quickening intrusion into her body, and she was trying to grind her hips back and forth a little to get as much pleasure from the experience as possible. What was with the lack of attention to her clit anyway? Was it part of the tease, or just a shortcoming in Euge's technique? He could just... the way he was holding her, he could just bend his thumb in and she'd get some stimulation at least! It was ok right now, but she was gonna have to say something eventually. "Eric, you mind if I...?" Meena opened her eyes in a daze, what was that unfinished little question from Euge about? A blazing flame of delight caught inside her as Euge started using his free hand, the one not fingering her hungry pussy, to loosen his towel. Oh! He had been checking that it was ok for him to get naked? That these two studs, whose hands had been exploring her every secret at will might still be embarrassed at getting naked in front of her, wrenched a dirty cackle of laughter from her trembling body. Surely they had seen each other naked before in the showers? Ah, but then probably they had never been hard, proud, ready to fuck around each other before. "You wimps," Meena's laugh turned into a girlish giggle, "I swear, if you two don't get those big, gorgeous cocks out for me right now, I'm leaving." "Well," Eric laughed, a little less confident, "we've never seen each other, y'know, at..." "I fucking know what you're going to say. Of course you haven't," Meena cut him off, asserting herself back into the situation a bit, "but really - get over it and get 'em out for me boys." Both men laughed, still with a touch of embarrassment, but almost straight away there came the faint slap of their towels hitting the floor. Meena shivered in delight, they were both naked for her now. Then again, she was still sort of wearing her robe, she realised. It was kind of annoying to be the only one wearing any clothes now. But her attention was quickly captivated by the naked glory of Euge's thick, cut cock jutting up at her from his muscular spread thighs. She ate it up with her eyes, taking in the swollen red tip, the gleam of early come, the curve, the girth, the two heavy balls that were up tight below the shaft and the sandy, curly hair that the shaft emerged from. And then, oh joy of joys, he started to jerk it. His eyes on hers, he could only have been wanking for her, for her viewing pleasure, and his cocky smile confirmed that. Just looking at how wide his grip was to accommodate the shaft made her pussy ache for it. Then her attention was torn to Eric's actions behind her. At first he started contorting himself awkwardly, still doggedly restraining her but also trying to make some space so that he could start to pleasure himself too. His hand abandoned its teasing of her torso and swung round behind her to curl around his unseen member. She felt his knuckles bumping over the firm, muscular curve of her backside as he worked it, and then felt the hot wet tip as it brushed her skin. She imagined the wet little traces it would be leaving on her that she would find later, that her fingers would stick to and that would make her blush. Euge, to his credit, didn't let himself get caught up in his own pleasure though. He kept up his insistent penetration of her body, gentle but perfectly firm, and he kept Meena's body tense and trembling, but her mind now was ahead of the game, more interested in what was going to happen with those dicks. And now Eric was changing his position again. Apparently wanking himself in the space between their bodies was turning out far from comfortable, and instead he was shifting is feet and positioning her... what was he doing? He yanked the robe off her shoulders and tossed it away, then he was spreading his legs, lowering his stance, using his free hand to steady her hips... and then he leaned forward and pressed the length of his shaft against the tight valley between her cheeks. He held her wrists now, one in each hand and pressed them into the small of her back so that he still had some control over her. Then he started grinding. Meena couldn't contain her giggles of delight at all of this, at the cute guy who was grind-fucking the tight valley of her ass and the gorgeous hunk who was hand-fucking both her and himself. Wow, this was fun! She wasn't sure if Eric was really going to be able to get off with that strange, contorted, grinding friction but she started to move her hips again to try and help him a bit, adding to the dragging sensation that he must have been experiencing on his sensitive foreskin. She imagined herself as some booty-blessed babe in a tacky hip-hop video, bouncing her ass obscenely, but frankly she'd never done that before so her attempts weren't exactly stellar. Judging by his deep, rough moans she must have been doing something right. Those fingers in here were nice, but they weren't taking her any higher, so it was with a little relief that she felt Euge withdraw them, and stand up. He stepped away for a moment, still slowly pumping that long, thick fuck-stick, and craned his neck to see what Eric was doing. He didn't seem to grasp it. "Eric, man. What are you doing?" Meena was impressed at how cool he was remaining, even while he was examining his contorted friend and maintaining his own throbbing erection. "Fuck off, dude," Eric gasped, "If you'd been pressed up against this cute bubble butt this whole time, you'd be doing exactly the same thing." "Is this good for you?" Euge directed the question at Meena, who couldn't shrug because of Eric's grip on her wrists, so she raised her eyebrows in a gesture of non-committal. "It's good for me that Eric's getting off," she said, her voice low and sexy, "using... part of me. But I have so many more... useful parts." Meena sighed regretfully and let her tongue slip over her top lip, slowly, seductively, blatantly. "Eric," Euge, his eyes fixed on her lips just as she had planned was working his tool more intently now, and his voice seemed almost shaky, "let her go man." "Dude, what?" "Let her go," Euge repeated, seemingly in some kind of trance, hypnotised by Meena's lips. She rolled her tongue out again, this time making her lower lip shine in a calculating, but no less sensational way. "Let her go!" Meena's Post-Match Warm-Up "Ah, Jesus!" Eric groaned, but complied, and Meena found herself free for the first time in what felt like forever. He hadn't been rough, but the restriction had still aggravated the sore muscles that she'd received during the match, and she took a moment to work her shoulders and wrists. Since Eric had disposed of her robe she had been totally naked, but now the boys took the time to admire that sight. The curve of her hips hadn't been so apparent before, but now they saw that even though her physique was trim, her hips still carried something of a kick that made her perky little ass just sit up. It was that firm, muscular bounce that had driven Eric insane. They both felt well acquainted with her tempting tits now, but then - you could never have too much of a good thing. And Eric let himself get lost for a moment in the neat little wedge of black hair between her thighs and the glistening marks of Euge's intrusion on her beautiful brown skin. In fact, he saw that he could make out the start of her pussy lips too - the flesh there looking darker than the smooth thighs either side. Euge, meanwhile, was catching up on that ass, and loving the way that the creamy, translucent trails of Eric's cum were smeared just above, and down inside, the hot valley between her cheeks. "Ok then," Euge started to take control but Meena immediately cut him off. "Boys; always wanting to organise things," she purred with no little scorn, and lowered herself gracefully to her knees. She settled herself as comfortably as she could on the hard floor in front of Euge, lifted her breasts once as if checking they were still there then folded her hands neatly in front of her in a maddeningly prim way. Her eyes intently scrutinised that massive member that bobbed and twitched merely inches from her cute little nose, and when she was done with that, the wide eyed innocence with which she looked up at Euge stoked the fires inside him even higher. "Oh my god," Eric whispered, even though he clearly wasn't the luckiest one in the room. "That cock looks awfully big, Euge," Meena mused, her voice innocent but with the sweetest, faintest playful edge, "I'm not sure I know what to do with it. Can you... maybe feed it to me, very carefully?" Her face, the purity of her stark naked pose, the soft teasing in her voice and the filthy request seemed almost too much for Euge. His face flushed, Meena saw his balls visibly tighten and for a second she thought he was just going to shoot right there, painting her pretty face before she could even get his prick between her hungry lips. "Oh Jesus," he groaned. These boys, thought Meena, so religious during sex. His hand leapt away from his cock for a second and he closed his eyes, clearly thinking of something to calm down, to help him step back from the edge. "Euge," Meena's voice was getting more playful all the time, "I'm hungry." With that she licked her lips one last time and opened her mouth wide into a perfect 'O' that could only be used for one purpose. Euge looked like he was drawing on superhuman reserves of strength as he gripped his prick again, this time by the base, and pressed the solid, turgid length down a little, towards Meena's lips. It was so very hard, the veins becoming clearer and more apparent every second, that he couldn't lower it very much at all, and it stabbed mostly up in the air. It was ok though, and Meena angled her head so that he could move his hips and bring it up into her mouth. The smell of it dominated her senses as it came closer. Not the sight of that prodigious girth, or the length that she was sure would fill her completely when she finally introduced it to her pussy, but the rich, musky smell of his come; wet, creamy and shining all around the head. He touched it to her, and she felt the super-slickness of his juices on her pouting lower lip, then on her upper lip and then she felt the wet heat of him on her tongue. She took this moment to work him with her tongue, and she whorled her clever little tool around that throbbing (she could almost swear it was literally throbbing, he was so hard) cock-head tasting the intense flavour of his ejaculate. Meena was no connoisseur of boy-juice, but she found herself surprised at how strong Euge's flavour was. Strong and not unpleasant. But she had asked him to feed her, and so she only had a brief moment in which she could taste him like this before more of his thick meat slid between her lips and his heavy head came to rest on the back of her tongue. Euge was doing it all, Meena's hands were still clasped over her bush. Euge was groaning, but Meena didn't really hear him, so lost was she in concentration over keeping her mouth wide open and her teeth clear of his sensitive skin, and also in her daydreams of how she was going to fuck Euge so very badly once she had pleasured him like this. She breathed through her nose and, opening her eyes as he bucked his hips slightly and forced even more of his shaft into her, she suddenly realised that there was no way on earth she was going to fit all that dick between her lips. Meena had been so hungry to touch and have that cock that this, relatively obvious, point hadn't occurred to her before; and now that Euge had lost himself in the hot, wet world of pleasure that she offered, she had to bring her hand up and tap his thigh lightly as an indication to stop. Thankfully, he got the hint straight away. "Enough?" his breath was hoarse and ragged, the shape and solidity of him filled Meena's mouth. He was so turned on, so there, that Meena assumed he must be using some crazy mind tricks to stop himself from just exploding and half-choking her on his boy-cream. "There's still some more to go," he added, hopefully. "Mmm. Mmm, mmmff. Mmmmfff!" "Just for a second, a little more, ok?" "Jesus H. Christ" added Eric. Out of the corner of her eye Meena could see him, standing and watching and stroking his cock. It didn't exactly look small, but next to the monster that she was currently trying to neck it looked like a walk in the park. "Mmmm..." "Just for a second..." "Mmm-mmmf," Meena conceded reluctantly, and felt Euge shift his position. Then with a fairly gentle thrust he sent his shaft in, as far as it would go. Meena couldn't really deep-throat, she didn't think, so it really just hit the back of her throat and she fought with her gag reflex for a couple of seconds while Euge, looming massive over her, groaned like a wounded bear. That massive serving of cock-meat was all she could think about now, it stopped her breathing, and for a second she thought Euge was going to lose all control and she would have to pull him out by his balls or something. Thankfully he withdrew - all the way - a split second later. As his prick left her lips Meena slumped forward, gasping for air. A gloopy string of semen and saliva connected her lower lip to the head of his prick for a second before it lolled down and landed on her left breast. Meena made no move to wipe the string of bodily fluids away. "Oh, you were pushing it," she smiled, "that thing is a fucking danger, let me tell you." "It's..." Euge of course was grinning hugely, he had a big fucking cock and a beautiful girl to suck on it, "It's been said before." "Shut up Don Juan. Let me just enjoy it now," Meena murmured and pushed Euge's hand away so that this time she could take control of the deadly weapon. She cradled his balls so gently, and then, as her lips covered the wet, burning tip she started to squeeze. She squeezed them harder and harder as her perfect lips descended, pressing back his soft skin, until she got as far as she wanted to go and she whipped her tongue around him again (as best she could, there wasn't exactly much space to work) and tugged his balls down a little too firmly. Euge yelped in pleasure. Meena kept going, building a rhythm now, and again was surprised that Euge wasn't just shooting, filling her mouth with his bountiful offering so that it overflowed and dribbled from her lips, down over her chin and dripped onto her amazing cleavage. Then again, if he came now he'd better be able to get it up again in short order, or she'd be looking for revenge. Euge wasn't coming though, and Meena let herself relax and take what enjoyment she could from controlling that huge prick. Oh wow, huge. Huge Euge. She bet that was what the other boys called him. Boys? Men? Whatever. She concentrated on stimulating and working the top half of his prick with her mouth, while she pumped the base with her left hand. Euge seemed to like this, and she locked into his twitchy little thrusts with ease. But her right hand, cupping and teasing those balls, tugging on the short, soft, sandy hair there, was getting bored. Then again, she realised, mouth full of cock, listening to Euge grunt and pant above her... there was no reason for it to get bored. She abandoned his sack and reached out to where she knew Eric stood, patiently beating his own meat. She made needy grabbing gestures with her fingers and that was enough. No words were necessary, as without seeing anything (her eyes were locked on Euge's fair hair and the remainder of his interminable shaft that she could never hope to swallow), she felt the heat of another prick, Eric's prick, being pressed into her hand. She went to work, pumping it and massaging the head so that his hot come made her fingers slick and slippery. She heard Euge chuckle, and Eric moan in delight, but she was lost in concentration of working these two strapping men at the same time. God, when she realised what she was doing, down on her knees giving blow jobs and hand jobs in her own locker room, her skin prickled and a blast of arousal hit her like a ten ton truck. She wasn't getting off on this at all, but she was glad she could tease, please and control the two guys and make them the stars of this crazy fantasy. Of course, it would have to be her turn to be the star next, otherwise all hell was going to break lose. And it was fine for her to be on her knees, a little debased, working for their pleasure; but if they fucking high-fived in the air above her head... they were probably going to lose their pricks. Ok, ok. So maybe it was turning her on a little bit. When she shifted slightly Meena became aware of how wet she still was - just as turned on as when Euge had had his fingers in her, if not more. Her thighs, when she pressed them together felt hot and slick. Oh no, she wasn't, like, leaking was she? Suddenly an image popped into Meena's head of the two boys above her making out while she was on the floor for them. Like they were two magnificent bisexual emperors and she was their concubine, to be thrown aside as they later sodomized each other while she watched. Or maybe they were her concubines, and she was the nymphomaniac princess... Wait, could men be concubines? Eunuchs? No, that definitely didn't sound right... Ok, ok. So maybe she was getting really turned on now. She pulled Eric closer by his cock, and brought her head up off Euge's massive, spit-coated member with another gasp for air. There had been no conversation for several minutes, just the dirty slurping of her mouth and the unselfconscious grunting and panting of her two men. "I want," she panted, "to compare." She looked up at the two men, almost side by side, and saw no objection in either of their eyes. She may have rendered them incapable of thought though, she realised. Certainly they seemed incapable of speech. She knelt there, one hand on each prick, pumping them both at the same speed, her hands rising and falling exactly in synch, her slender fingers wrapped around those pale, white dicks - almost a mirror image. The skin of her fingers really did make their cocks look somehow more delicate and... almost like they were illuminated. "Also, your fat fucking cock is making my jaw ache," she added to Euge. "Heh, sorry," he muttered, but after that they both shut up again as Meena's fingers squeezed the bigger man's cock fiercely, and her ready pout slipped over Eric's smaller member hungrily. Eric's cream wasn't as rich or strong as Euge's she found, but the thinner, lighter fluid was a nice change, and she could take his size easily, playing her tongue around him as she almost descended to the base of his prick. His hips had a sweet fluidity to their movements too. She quickly found a rhythm with Eric, and with only small movements from her she could let him almost fuck her mouth with very little discomfort. She tried to keep her tongue down and felt the weight of him (his cock was sticking out more horizontally, more resting in her mouth than striving for the roof as Euge's had done) pressing on it as he slid in and out. She wondered if they were close - she couldn't really tell. After a minute she switched back, and then continued to do this for a little longer. Hand job for Eric, blow job for Euge. Blow Job for Eric, hand job for Euge. She pulled them closer together so she could do this more easily, without having to shift her sore knees on the unforgiving floor. The smooth, sweet fuck of Eric's cock, then the choking dominance of Euge's. It was probably the constantly changing quality of this stimulation that was keeping them from climaxing she realised, and then suddenly she was bored with this. She didn't want to suck cock anymore, she wanted to fuck it. She leaned back and released them, both pricks springing up and bobbing in the air. The two men sighed, almost in disappointment. "You two have done really well to not come yet! I'm kind of impressed," she smirked. Without thinking, still craving the pleasure, both men's right hands moved back and curled around their respective shafts. "My turn for more fun," she added wickedly. "You want us to..." Euge looked down at her pussy that was shining in the light and clearly begging to be fucked. Was he offering oral? That wasn't really what she was after. Meena glanced around the room, coming back up to her feet and letting the dirtiest thought in her head become her chosen plan. "I want you," she pointed at Euge, "on your back on that bench," she moved her finger down to the wide, slatted bench in the middle of the room. "And I want you," the finger came back up to Eric's chest, "to keep that prick good and hard, ok?" She brought her finger down in one final movement and swiped it over the messy head, collecting saliva and come that she brought back up and sucked from her finger. "O...Ok," gasped then thin, dark haired man, shuddering with pleasure. Euge was on his back on the bench before she knew it, legs hanging off the end and feet flat on the floor. Meena didn't waste any time either, and they both shared a sizzling, dirty, conspiratorial smile as she stepped over and straddled his muscular stomach, kneeling on the bench. Ow! The slatted wood wasn't much fun with her already complaining knees, but she could live with it. "Is this ok," Euge asked, the perfect combination of cool and concerned, "we don't need...?" "You're cool, it'll be safe," Meena nodded, "well, y'know..." She leaned back and brought her hands up, squeezing her glorious tits together for Euge's benefit. Things were getting so messy! Her hands were still sticky from both boys' come and she was smearing that on her breasts now. And although she had wiped her mouth clean with her wrist, she knew she would notice sticky residue hardening on her cheek or somewhere soon. "Just lie back and relax." She was glad that Eric had no problem watching for now because this - what was about to happen - was something she wanted to lose herself in. She leaned down over Euge, supported herself with her left hand planted beside his head and felt her heavy breasts swing down over his broad, gorgeous chest. Her right hand dipped, skimmed over her own flat belly and between her legs, where she investigated and... oh boy, she was wet enough. Wet and open and... oh, she couldn't resist slipping her first two fingers inside, and definitely couldn't resist using them to expose and pinch her clit for a moment. It had been crying out for attention for so long that she had almost gotten used to the longing, and touching it now made her shudder with all kinds of joy. "Ah..." Euge interrupted, and she realised that her face was inches from his and that she had been lost for a moment, eyes closed and brow furrowed in pleasure. "Do you even need me?" "Smart arse," she pouted, and suddenly she realised what she should do. The inch between their lips was no distance at all and the kiss was happening before either of them knew it. It was heat and power and pressing and friction and... just a little tongue; and when it was over Meena felt super-charged, ready to take on the world. Looking down, she saw that Euge looked almost shaken by it. Both of them had forgotten about poor Eric. Meena's hand was still between her legs and now she really started. With her first and second fingers she touched the lips of her pussy, slipping between them ever so slightly, then she moved back and... and... there it was, that ridiculous prick. She touched it with her little finger and moved back again and... oh fuck, there was the head, the hot wet head, pressing against the delicate folds that guarded her pussy, and then she leaned again and her fingers made sure of his angle and then, and then... he was inside her. The sound she made as the first inch of him entered her might have been enough to make erections spring up in every other room in the complex. It was the sound of raw, animal lust being fulfilled, and Euge responded in kind, his hands massive as he grabbed her slim, dark hips, fighting the urge to just thrust into her as hard as he could. His width stretched her so painfully, sweetly and completely that she found herself both eager and nervous to find out just how much of his length, of his girth, she could take. "God," Euge was gritting his teeth as Meena leaned back again and he slipped deeper inside, "your pussy feels so good." "Your cock," she responded breathlessly, "is incredible. Must be tight, huh?" She grinned, and realised that perspiration was breaking out across her skin, making her tingle and prickle. "Every pussy must be tight for this cock." "Shut up," Euge groaned, "shut up and fuck me... I don't know how long I can..." "Well, we've got to take it pretty easy, tiger," Meena giggled, "In case you haven't noticed, you have a really, really... unh... big dick." She started rocking herself slightly as she spoke, letting the hot sheath of her pussy relax and get used to the massive width that she demanded it take. "And I have such a tight... little... pussy..." He was getting deeper now, another inch, oh... this might be the biggest thing she had ever had. All over her body her hairs were at attention; she imagined even her long, tangled tresses were going to slowly start rising up in the air. "Stop," Euge gasped, in a strangled whine, "talking like that!" "Like what?" Meena giggled. "And don't giggle so hot!" "You... oohh fuck, you're making no sense, baby. You don't want me to tell you how good your cock feels in my... my cunt?" Euge groaned, desperately trying to stay in control. Meena's hand had still been between her legs, still easing that rigid cock into herself, but it was far enough in that she needn't worry anymore, so she brought it up and supported herself with a hand on either side of Euge's handsome face. Muscles relaxed and suddenly in he slipped and Meena's eyes opened wide as she felt him touch... deep within her. As far as he could go. "That's..." her voice was trembling now, and it was Euge's turn to smirk, "That's as far as it's going to... oh! Oh fuck!" Euge, holding her hips, had bucked as much as he could, pulling out a few inches and then easing it back in so that he was completely filling her once more. "Let me..." she panted, and putting her hands on the flat, solid expanse of his chest she lifted herself up and started to fuck him properly now.