18 comments/ 238300 views/ 44 favorites Game, Set & Match By: Irishdragon "We should be there in about a half hour," Peter White said as he turned on the 33 exit ramp of the expressway and began to slow down. He was going to home for his family reunion and was anxious to get the weekend started. He had not been home for some time and was really looking forward to catching up with on the latest births, marriages, divorces and other family gossip. Above all he was anxious to introduce his fiancée Jenny Dolan to the rest of the family. "Don't worry Honey, I'm sure I'll love your family and they will love me," Jenny said to him as she tenderly squeezed his hand. He gently kissed her on the hand, and wondered for maybe the thousandth time, what he did to deserve her. Flaming red hair, which was pulled back in a ponytail, framed her beautiful face as she sheepishly smiled at him with her pale green eyes. She was dressed in a tight black form fitting turtle neck which clung to her body as if it had been painted on. The fabric of the garment clung tightly against her flat belly and contoured her beautiful c cup breasts. She was an avid horse rider and accented the turtle neck with a tight beige pair of riding pants that shaped her long legs and sensuous hips, while framing her beautiful heart shaped behind. She was the most beautiful woman that he had ever known, but it was her nature that caused him to fall deeply in love with her. She was the most kind hearted person he had ever met, and he loved her with all of his heart. There was no cause too small for Jenny to champion and no person too frightening for her to help. She never had a bad word to say about anyone, nor one to share a laugh at anthers expense. She truly was above all other woman for Peter. She was his everything. They had met about a year earlier at a charity auction for Greyhound adoption and education. Peter was a local veterinarian who gave a lecture on the fate of greyhounds after their racing days were over, and Jenny was a local horse trainer and one of the event organizers. He was smitten by her immediately and mesmerized by her light green eyes, flaming red hair, and full red lips. He was initially attracted to her physical beauty, but found his attraction to be growing as she demonstrated a thorough understanding of the Greyhound problem and how the need to be adopted when they are retired from racing. The care that she expressed for the animals was something very close to his own heart and he found himself starting to fall in love with her right then and there. A few phone calls and a few dates later he was wrapped in her arms and as they made love she held him so tenderly and nurtured him so dearly, that he was filled with such sorrow when the morning light ended their splendid night of love. He saw this woman as not only his soul mate, but his equal in everything he did and everything he was. He loved the feeling of walking into his bedroom and being able to smell her perfume in his bed. He loved seeing her odd little heath foods in his refrigerator and her make up and hair spray in his bathroom. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with this woman and finally got up the courage to buy the biggest diamond he could afford, and on Christmas Eve, asked her to marry him. She accepted with tears in her eyes and that night made love to him as if she was possessed. She rode him to ecstasy time and time again and all the while referred to him as her loving husband. He was beyond paradise as he lay there with her on that glorious night; he was a man totally content. "Well here we go," he said as he drove up to a large Victorian house on the edge of town and stopped the car. Jenny looked out of her window and surveyed the landscape. The house was on about 3 acres of land. There was a spacious tennis court and little garden shack placed at the far end of a meticulously manicured lawn. The cars in the driveway all appeared to be German and the strong smell of barbeque was readily apparent in the air. "What does your uncle do again honey," she asked as she got out of her seat and helped him with the bags. "He is in the stock market. Made about 20 million by the time he was 35 and has pretty well lived of the dividends for the past 30 years," He replied as he closed the trunk and they started up the driveway. "Well let's go honey," she said as she grabbed his arm and they headed inside. Charles White was the ordinary guy who happened to have millions. He was one of the nicest down to earth people that Jenny had ever met and he reminded her of Peter. She met Peter's parents, Bonnie and Fred, and they hit it off from the beginning as she regaled them with stories of how their son swept her off her feet and how wonderful a person her was. Peter was in heaven as he saw his parents and Jenny connecting so easily and all the anxiety and fear he had about the weekend was melting away. While Jenny continued to show her ring to all the female members of the house hold, the men went out back and fiddled with the barbeque as the kids began to play tennis. The called for dinner and everyone began to relax a little more as the wine began to flow and the steaks came off the flame. The anxiety was also melting away from Jenny and as she began to relax, started to drink more and more wine. By the end of the meal she was feeling very mellow and more than a little bit frisky. Slowly she slid her foot from under the table and began to massage Peter's crotch as he sat across from her. He responded by softly massaging her foot and lightly tickling the bottom by dragging his fingers gently up and down her ankle. She smiled wickedly at him, and dug her foot deeper into his now swelling member, as he expertly massaged her foot. Suddenly they were brought back to reality as the table was cleared and the annual tennis game was begun. It was a little family tradition the clan would have in where each year they would have a tournament for the title of the family. Each match lasted as long as one set and the winner advanced, while the loser was ousted. The game was only for the younger members of the family, the older family members had long since given it up. Peter wanted to play, but since they had an even number of people he needed to find another player. Jenny was an ultra competitive type a personality, and jumped at the chance when he asked her to play. The problem now solved the tournament began. Peter and Jenny, being the final two, were seeded on opposite sides as the matches began. Peter played first against his 18 year old cousin Matt, who had one the tournament for the last 3 years, and quickly was eliminated. Jenny shouted encouragement as he played, but Matt was just too strong for Peter. As she watched him play she began to notice Matt's strong legs and powerful chest drive the ball over the net. She felt herself begin to get aroused and began to feel uncomfortable for feeling that way. She began to get angry at herself from having so much wine, but the angrier she got the more aroused she became. When the match ended and the players shook hands, she noticed that Matt stood a good half foot taller than Peter and looked so much younger. Her nipples began to harden as Matt lightly brushed against her on his way off the court. She hugged Peter and said she was proud of him and he wished her luck with her match. She then hit the court and Peter sat down next to Matt to watch her match. She played against Jerry, who was Peter's 20 year old cousin, and even though she was 7 years older than the man easily crushed him to advance. Matt was sitting on the side watching her and stared in rapt fascination as she played. They way she moved, her huge breasts heaving under her sweater, her long legs carrying her across the court with ease, and her pants skin tight around her hard firm ass made his cock begin to grow. A few times during the match she gazed over to the side, and seeing the way he ogled her as she played, she began to get wet. When she gazed down and saw the massive tent forming in his pants, her juices began to flow even more and her desire began to grow. The tournament continued on for a few hours with both Jenny and Matt warding off every challenged they faced, until eventually they were the only ones left. The hour grew late and most of the other people had gone to bed by the time the match got started. Peter had also decided to go to bed and gave her a good luck kiss as he left them on the court. The first set went to Matt while Jenny took the second, and as the third one began, they were both trying to rattle each other with little insults as they played. They played on and continued to battle as the match wore on and the final game began. The winner of this game would be the winner of the tournament. During the match their little insults had evolved into full scale flirting and was benefiting Jenny heavily. Every time she made a comment, or lingered while bending down to pick up a ball the effect would stymie Matt's concentration and cause him to lose a point. Matt would stare at her sweat covered body; her turtleneck sucked down with perspiration and molded to her breasts, and began to fantasize about taking each of her nipples into his mouth and suckling on them while she would moan with pleasure. He would see her bend down to pick up a ball and see the waist band of her thong and her behind and crotch saturated with perspiration and longed to taste her sweet juices as his mouth invaded her pussy. He saw her as she stood with her legs apart awaiting his serve, and long to thrust himself deep inside of her, his cock penetrating the fortress of her feminine identity. Jenny saw the effect she was having on him by the size of the bulge in his shorts. The more she looked at it however, the more a fire began to grow between her legs, and a desire in her heart. She felt the wetness between her legs, a mixture of sweat and lust, and pulled her pants up a little higher to ensure her thong was deep in her pussy. She slowly walked to the end of the line and made her first serve. It was an ace, and Matt was powerless to stop it as he was mesmerized by his wanton desire of her and by her raw display of sexuality. She served again with the same result and exclaimed "You're going down Big Boy. I got you. You can't stop me." He grabbed the ball and threw it back across the net, more than a little frustrated at his lack of stopping the point. She slowly walked over, and bending down very slowly, looked at him through her legs and said "you like what you see don't you kid." Matt's grew at warp speed when he heard what she said and viewed that perfect ass. Jenny was very turned on now and her thong was soaked with her own juices when she saw the new size of Matt's bulge. His cock was aching and in serious need of relief when he said "So, What if I do?" Jenny knew she had him now. There was no way he could beat her now. He was too distracted by her and she was in heaven watching him squirm. Just one more thing to drive him past the breaking point she thought to herself as she got into her serve position. Then she smiled wickedly to herself and tossing the ball in the air said "Well if you beat me….Eat ME!!!" She fired the ball over the net as hard as she could and saw it land in the far corner, then suddenly Matt came from out of nowhere and returned it across the net. She tried in vain to return the shot, but the point landed good for Matt. Suddenly it was a new game, and the elicit thrill of what she had just said coursed through her veins like ice water. She had made a mistake and she knew it. This kid was now fully ready to do what she had told him. He was ready to beat her and then eat her. She set up for another serve, and found this one to be returned with such force, that it almost tore her hands from the racket when she tried to return it. Matt was no longer distracted by her attempts to woo him into defeat. He was consumed by one burning passion that he needed to have, and directed all of his energy to get it. He was consumed by the need to taste her and the reward of feasting on her if he was victorious. She knew it and the very thought of it turned the fire between her legs into an inferno unto which she was being consumed. She attempted to serve again, but the same result followed and now he was in the power position. If she lost this next point she would have to allow this man into her innermost reaches. She would have to hand over her control and give it to him as she would have to pull off her pants and allow him to taste her sex. She must allow him to feed from her as only her fiancé had done before, and to probe the inner most reaches of her womanhood, while she could do nothing to stop him. Allow a man who she did not really know use his tongue in her most intimate area, was a thought that was causing her to become more and more saturated with her own juices. She served again, but the return from Matt was too powerful for her. He had beaten her, and had been too strong for her to stop him. Matt's cock was almost at the breaking point when he met her at the net. "Well I guess I won," he said as he smiled and looked deep into her eyes. Her breathing became more labored and her nipples began to harden when she saw the way he looked at her. "You don't really expect me to go through with it," she cried. He looked at her and was enraptured by her beauty as she stood practically panting in front of him. He could clearly see her nipples through her turtleneck and noticed the way her breasts heaved with each breath she took. "Yes," he replied. "But I am getting married to your cousin. I can't do this. It would be wrong and besides I didn't mean it," she pleaded with him as her passion continued to grow. "You made me an agreement and you must honor it. If you can't keep your word with me, I who am nothing to you, how do you expect to keep it with someone you love like Pete? Besides it's not like your cheating on him or having an affair, it's just a little oral sex," he told her. She looked into his eyes and her defenses began to crumble. Was it ok she asked herself. Is oral sex cheating on your lover she questioned herself. She began to see Matt's point of view, she owed him and she knew it, but the very thought that she would allow this to happen began to make her angry. She was angry at herself for letting the little game go too far, for letting it get to this point, but mostly she was mad for being attracted to another man besides Peter. She knew in her heart that this was a mistake, that oral sex was cheating on her future husband, but her passion was battling her heart and her heart was losing. "Alright I'll do it, but I want to set some things clear. It is just oral sex and I will do nothing to you. You will go down on me, but I will do nothing to you. Think of me as an empty shell. When it's over you will not talk about this with anybody and if I find out you did, I will accuse you of trying to rape me. Is that clear," she said sternly. He just wore a wide smile on his face and shook his head in agreement. With that they put their tennis rackets down and she followed him into the little garden shack. She tried to keep up a good front on the outside, but inside her hormones were raging and the fire between her legs burned hotter than she had ever known. He led her into the shack and directed her to a lounge chair as he locked the door behind them the room fell into complete darkness, until he lit a few candles that were on a nearby table. "Ok let's get this over with," she said as she reached to unbuckle her pants, but he grabbed her hands before she could unfasten a button. "I want to do it," he said as he slowly released her hands and positioned his face between her legs. As his strong hands massaged her inner thighs she began to breathe heavier and moan silently. He pressed his nose right up against her button fly and inhaled deeply. Her scent was intoxicating to him, a mixture of femininity and animal lust, which caused his cock to strain his already overtaxed shorts. Jenny had to bite her lip to keep from moaning as he continued to deeply inhale her fragrance, and felt his hot breath through the thin fabric. Slowly, with his hands on her thighs, he began to bite the buttons off of her fly. She moaned deeply as she felt the gentle pressure of his mouth close on the button, and the wicked delight with the front of her soaking wet thong being pulled off the surface of her mound as he pulled back to remove the button. She moaned again and moved her hands under her shirt and began to play with her nipples, as he continued to unfasten her pants. When he finished he slowly pulled her skin tight pants over gorgeous hips and gazed up at her. Her eyes were closed and her hands were buried underneath her sweat soaked turtleneck playing with her massive breasts. He moved up further on the chair and began to lick her thong very deeply. She moaned with pleasure as she felt the satin thong get pushed deeper and deeper into her. He reached over on the table and took hold of a pair of scissors and swiftly cut the string to her thong, and after he put them back, he removed it. There before him was the reward she had promised. He looked at it longingly and was more than pleased to see she was natural red head. He gently bent down and inhaled her sex deeply, the musky scent driving him insane with lust and desire. His desire was taking control of him now. He wanted to taste her, to hear her squeal with pleasure, and so he did. "Oh Matt," she cried as his tongue slid deeply into her dripping pussy. He began to explore every pocket of her sex, and savoring the taste along the way. He loved the way she tasted, the salty flavor coating his tongue and filling his mouth. Jenny, had pulled her turtleneck off now, was moaning loudly and working her nipples faster and faster as Matt continued to feed from her. He made his way up to her clit and began to lightly bite and suck it as she ground her crotch into his face. "Oh baby yes…..oh please…..God….don't stop baby….oh please…..oh Matty baby," she cried as little waves of pleasure began to form inside of her. Inspired by her squeals of delight he began to suck on her for all he was worth. He darted his tongue inside of her faster and faster as she ground her sex into his face harder and harder. "Oh God Matt……oh baby…..oh…please...oh…..Goooooooooooodddddddddd," she cried as all of the pleasure points erupted inside of her like one big explosion. She lay back on the chair with her eyes closed and chest heaving as Matt lapped up all of her juices. When she opened her eyes she was looking directly into his face and was aroused to see it covered in her juices. She reached out to kiss him and to taste her juices, but as she was going to kiss him she felt a new type of pressure on her pussy. The feel of something large being pushed up into her caused her to look down and gasp in horror as the head of Matt's large cock began to slide into her ravaged pussy. "What the hell are you doing? Stop this right now! This wasn't part of the deal," she cried as he continued to penetrate her. His momentum was constant as he slowly thrust deep inside of her, stretching her sex and breaking her resolve with each centimeter. She bit her lip as she felt this massive animalistic tool invade her most intimate and secret place, and her will to stop him was rapidly draining away. "Matt this is wrong! I am your cousin's fiancé and I love him. Please stop….Oh God….stop now," she moaned as his massive prick burrowed further into her. He made no verbal reply to her plea and his only response was to continue his invasion into her. She moaned deeply as she felt the breath of his manhood fill her to capacity; and felt her heart begin to race as their pubic bones finally met. He remained motionless inside of her for a moment, and gradually as her will was all but gone, began to slowly move in and out. Game, Set & Match "Game, set and match, Miss Williams." The umpire called out as her opponent's flailing hand failed to connect with the yellow ball for the last time. Serena threw her hands up in celebration having just won Wimbledon…again. I clapped politely as the rest of the audience cheered wildly. I had been rooting for the Russian beauty who had been her opponent. Her head was down and she looked to be crying. My heart went out to her, having come all this way for nothing. The two approached the net, one clearly happier than the other and shook hands. I stood up to leave, though nobody in the screaming crowd noticed me. I located the nearest exit and walked through it. Half an hour later I was walking absent minded between the stadiums and marvelling at their size. I clattered into someone and we both fell over. "Oh, I'm so sorry," I apologised to the female who I had bowled over, "I wasn't watching where I was going." The individual had a cap pulled low over her face, covering her fringe. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a neat ponytail and a navy blue tracksuit on. She lifted her eyes to me, and with a shock I realised that this was Anna Kournikova. "Don't worry about it," she muttered. Her face was red and streaky and she had obviously been crying hard. She moved to walk away, but, chancing my arm, I reached out and stopped her. "Are you ok? I'm sorry about your loss…" I let my words hang in the air. "No, its cool, honestly," she mumbled, "thanks anyway." I let her go, but she didn't move to walk away. Instead, she collapsed into my chest and began crying, her heavy sobs racking through her body. I picked her up and tentatively gave her a comforting hug. I decided it would be a nice gesture to walk her to her room. "Come on, let's get you back to your room." Pushing my luck even further I scooped her up in my arms. She didn't complain, and gestured in one direction. I followed her hand and, following her instructions, found my way to the building where the players stayed. I moved to put her down, but she didn't let go. "Anna," I said gently, "we're here. You have to go to your room now. Take a nice warm bath and then go to bed…" "No, please," she whispered, "don't go. I need someone to be with me tonight. Will you come up to my room for a while?" I didn't know what to say. Five minutes ago I had been preparing to go home. Now, I was carrying Anna Kournikova in my arms and was being invited to her room. I know I shouldn't have been getting ideas, but what can I say, I'm a man. This was an offer I couldn't say no to. "I…uh…ok then." I moved to open the door, but was stopped by two burly security guards. Anna looked up and they instantly moved aside. I walked through the doorway and into the deserted players lounge. She pointed to the lift in the corner, which I moved towards. Pushing the button for me, Anna told me it was the fourth floor, for the world star ladies. Slowly, the lift ascended to the fourth floor. As the doors slid open I walked out. "End of the corridor on the right," said Anna, sounding calmer now, "Key is in my pocket, can you get it for me." This statement, stunned me, but I complied. My hand searched along her muscled thigh and found the opening to her pocket. I slipped my hand inside and found her key card, I rubbed my hand lightly on her thigh through the material of the trousers and found, much to my surprise, that she was wearing no underwear. I quickly pulled my hand out of her pocket, card in hand. Anna's tear-stained face flashed me a knowing grin and my trousers began to tent. Hoping she wouldn't notice my stiffening erection, I handed her the card and she opened the door. Anna seemed much better now that she had some company. She offered me a drink, and we sat on the sofa of her "room" (which was more of a suite) and sipped at the sparkling wine. Every time she got up to do something, I couldn't help but notice how her ass swayed seductively to and fro, causing me to swell up unconsciously. A few glasses of champagne later, and Anna suggested something stronger. She pulled a bottle of vodka from the fridge and poured us both a shot. Downing the fiery liquid, I shivered as it burned the back of my throat. Anna grinned mischievously, such a sexy smile, and I knew that I just had to have her. We had some more Vodka, and sat down to chat again, helping her forget about her loss. The evening drew on and, about ten o'clock, Anna smiled a sweet smile, "Thank you, Grant," she whispered, "thanks for being here." I was about to answer and tell her it was no problem, when she leaned over and kissed me. I was astounded, Anna Kournikova had just kissed me, WOW! She pulled away, slightly, and then moved back in again. I kissed her back, overcoming my shock. My tongue pushed past her lips and started dancing with hers. We kissed passionately, Anna lying on top of me on the couch. I could feel her pert nipples pushing against me through her top. My hands began to explore. I ran them down her perfect figure, cupping and fondling her gorgeous ass. I moved back up her body and placed my hands over her tits. I was in heaven. I didn't want to push my luck by trying to undress her, so I just settled for kissing and feeling her just now. Her hands were laced around my neck as her kisses became more passionate. She broke our kiss and moved to whisper in my ear, "Hows about that warm bath you suggested earlier." She dropped me a sexy wink. I was breathless, I simply nodded my agreement. She jumped up off me and, grabbing my hand, yanked me through to the bathroom. There was water in the Jacuzzi. She left me at the door and moved over to switch on the bubbles. I began to strip my shirt off, but she rushed over and stopped me. "No, no, no" she spoke in a soft and sexy voice. We began to kiss again, and her hands found the buttons on my shirt. One by one they became undone. She took the shirt and threw it out of the room. Her hands ran themselves over my chest lightly, tickling me and arousing me even more as she went. I moved my hands expertly, pulling her top over her head, revealing her dazzling tits. They were perfect. I pulled her into me tightly, feeling her bare breasts squashing up against me. Kissing her fervently, I took her breasts in my hands and tweaked her nipples. She let out a low moan into my mouth. She fumbled with my trouser buttons but soon had them on the ground, leaving me in only my boxer shorts. She slid her hand inside them, taking me in her hand and caressing tenderly, causing slight moans to escape my lips. In one swift motion she had them around my ankles, leaving me naked in front of the sexiest tennis star…ever. I quickly reached down and yanked her trousers down as well, and as she had no panties on, we were both naked. We French kissed some more, my cock rubbing against her slit. She broke the kiss and led me over to the bubbling Jacuzzi. Climbing the steps, she slowly lowered herself into the frothing water. I followed her and sat down, the warm water relaxing my body. Anna glided over to me and straddled my lap. Wrapping her arms around my neck, we began to kiss again. I wasted no time in getting to work on her ass again. Anna broke our kiss and began to move her attention further down my body, trailing kisses down my neck, onto my chest, over each nipple. Her chin reached the surface of the water, and then she disappeared under it. I felt her marvellous lips wrap themselves around my engorged cock and begin to lick the sensitive head. I reacted by becoming, if possible, ever harder. She slowly took my seven inches further inside her throat and eventually her nose brushed my soaked pubic hair. She swirled her talented tongue around the shaft for a few seconds before pulling her mouth off me. She came up for air and smiled seductively at me before submerging again. She got to work quickly, bobbing up and down under the water, the back of her wet blonde hair appearing as she pulled back. I couldn't hold out for long, the sensations her mouth were giving me were unbelievable. My breathing grew shallower and more frantic. She would come up for breath every now and again, but quickly got back to work on her underwater blow job. I soon felt my balls tighten and, I instinctively thrust my hips into her face. She got the idea and sucked even harder. I moaned aloud as I shot my cum into her waiting mouth. She ensured none of it escaped into the water. She re-emerged from the water, and leaned into kiss me again. I could taste my own cum from her, the flavour lingering on her tongue. She grinned at me and straddled me again. I sprang into action, flipping her around so now I was in control. I couldn't wait any longer I had to taste her. My tongue instantly found its prize underwater. I flicked my tongue over her swollen clit and I shoved a finger inside her inviting lips. Even underwater I could hear her gasp. She tasted so sweet. I flicked my tongue again, and started to finger-fuck her. She started to moan as I moved faster, bringing her to orgasm very quickly. Her shaved mound pushed against me as she bucked her hips in ecstasy. When her orgasm finally subsided I resurfaced. She looked tired and worn out. I wasted no time in going in for what I had wanted all night. I positioned my again rock solid cock to her opening and in one sharp movement, impaled her upon it. Her eyes burst open as I entered her and she gasped as I started to fuck her hard. She squirmed as I picked up the pace. I was relentless as I ploughed in and out of the tennis star. I quickly brought her to orgasm again, this time she screamed out her rapture, "Ooooooh, fuck, I'm coming. Uh uhnnnn." She contracted around my cock and she came hard. I continued fucking her through this, not ready to come yet. She came for five minutes straight. I decided about a new angle. I twisted her round so that she was clinging on to the edge of the tub, her stunning ass facing me. I put my dock through her legs and quickly entered her again. I picked up the pace where I'd left off and soon she was moaning again. I could feel familiar stirrings inside me. I was almost ready to come again. "Oh, YES! Fuck me Grant, harder. Come with me, inside me…" She screamed again as she orgasmed for a third time. This time I emptied my load with her, my grunts and groans of pleasure mixing with her ecstatic screams in sexual harmony. Finally we collapsed in the tub, tired from our exerts. We lay for ten minutes, before I lifted her up and carried her through to her bedroom. We dried each other off and then, still undressed, climbed onto the bed. We lay side by side, facing each other, kissing sleepily and happily. I started to get excited again and I sprang to my seven inches. She smirked and rolled on top of me. Slowly she lowered herself onto me and her warmth surrounded me. She began to swivel her hips in an erotic dance, causing sensations to shoot through my body. I sat up, still inside her and wrapped my arms around her. She began to ride my cock, slowly at first, then faster and faster. We both began moaning again as out fucking got harder. As I was lower down, her tits were directly in front of my face. I captured one nipple in my teeth and she groaned in pleasure and pain. I began to roll my tongue around it, and she began to move more erratically, fast closing in on another orgasm. She continued her high-speed riding as I paid attention to each nipple. She threw her head back and shrieked out her fourth orgasm of the night. I began to move my hips back at her as I came for the third time, gasping for breath as I shot my load inside her. We buckled, and fell over onto the bed. I smiled at her contentedly and she smiled back. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "There's one place I haven't been yet…" She giggled and answered "Not tonight darling, not tonight." We feel asleep in each others arms and when I woke up Anna was already awake, still lying two inches from my face. I kissed her good morning, then rolled on top of her…It was going to be a long day. TO BE CONTINUED??? Game, Set & Match "Game, set and match Miss Bhaler," called the umpire. Inka Bhaler raised her arms skyward before coming to the net for the customary handshake with her opponent. She had now qualified for the second round of the Wimbledon Tennis Championships. At twenty-two years old the last year had seen her realise her potential since she first turned professional five years before. Inka was born in Frankfurt of an English mother and German father but had spent her formative years living in America. Increased earnings had been used to bring in new members of her coaching and fitness team. One of these team members was David Miller with whom she had recently become romantically involved. Back in the locker room she received congratulations from her fellow professionals and friends Bethanie Mattek and Vania King. Inka would not play again until Wednesday and later that day away from the hustle and bustle of SW19 her and David took a drive into a rural area of Buckinghamshire, a county that he knew well. At a quaint bar/restaurant they enjoyed a light meal and each other's company. "Would you like to see more countryside before going back to London?" David asked. "Somewhere we could have some fun," he continued. "What sort of fun?" she asked furtively. "The sort that might involve taking our clothes off." "Only might," she smiled. "It's a warm evening so I think we could both go natural." "And then what?" Inka cooed. "Do what comes naturally between a man and a woman." "Good job I take precautions then," she added. A little concerned that their amorous conversation may be overheard they paid the bill and left. After a short drive David turned the car onto a deserted side road before following a narrow track. Despite the lateness of the hour the summer night was warm and patches of lighter blue were still visible in the darkening skies. The couple considered themselves adventurous but due to the pressures of her active participation in women's tennis their time for sexy fun together was limited. They had chosen this night to consummate their relationship, in the open air. David parked the car in an enclosed copse. He looked at Inka. She stood at five feet nine inches tall with long dark hair, perky 34B breasts, long legs and a shapely figure from her regular fitness workouts and tennis matches. He stood six feet tall with short black hair. The pair unfastened their seatbelts. They leaned across and kissed each other passionately. They ran their hands over each other's bodies, caressing and fondling through their clothes. The driver's door flew open. David was almost dragged from the car. He stumbled and fell, stunned and shocked by the intrusion. The passenger door had also been opened whereupon Inka had been invited to get out of the vehicle. As David stood up he readied to punch but looked at his assailant and at the gun, which he was pointing at him. He didn't know if the gun was real but dare not take that risk. The pair where ushered away from the car. The two attackers stood ogling the couple. "Do you know who we are?" David said angrily. "We don't give a toss," came the reply. Paul, the guy holding the gun told Inka to strip. "Leave her alone," demanded David. "In that case you can strip off." He naively thought if he went along with this, that it would be an end to it. He removed his shoes and socks. "Throw you stuff over there," said Paul indicating a direction by waving his gun. He slowly unbuttoned and threw away his shirt. David tried to think dull thoughts because despite the current situation the lustful thoughts of sex with Inka had kept his cock hard. He unfastened and took off his trousers. The outline of his erect penis was clearly visible through the material of his very skimpy briefs. The attackers mocked him. "He's cum or wet himself," said Paul. A pre-cum stain on the light coloured material of his underwear was clearly visible to all of them. "Get totally naked," demanded Paul. David slid off and threw away his underwear. His cock protruded at his full six-inch length. His foreskin had retracted exposing his glistening penis head. His balls were shaved smooth and his pubic hair closely trimmed. John took the gun from his partner in crime. Paul tied David's hands behind his back and he could do nothing to prevent it. The binds were fastened strongly. Inka was ordered to stand in front of her boyfriend. The two assailants stood either side; they ordered her to feel him. She ran her fingers over his smooth chest and stomach. She was forced to her knees. "Suck him," ordered Paul. David's cock had lost none of its stiffness. He gasped as he felt Inka take his cock into her wet mouth. He had to use all of his restraint not to cum immediately. She could taste his pre-cum as she sucked. He closed his eyes and could not help himself from moaning louder and louder. "Easy boy," said John. David was pent up with sexual tension and he was lost in the moment. His moans of pleasure become even louder. His legs almost buckled as he couldn't hold back and spurted his cum into Inka's mouth. His first jet of cum filled her throat and she swallowed. She spluttered and gulped as his cum filled her mouth again. Spunk dribbled down her chin as she gasped for air. David still had his eyes closed as he spent his full load. Inka coughed as she withdrew her mouth. A thin thread of spunk hung from her mouth to his penis tip, which suddenly split and splashed down over her blouse and skirt. She ran her arm across her mouth, which smeared cum onto her sleeve. Paul and John were laughing. "Do you always come that loud," they sneered. "She must give a mind-blowing blowjob she brought you off inside thirty seconds," mocked Paul. David felt foolish. He opened his eyes and the harsh reality of the situation hit home. His cock was still erect and the final remnants of his spunk trickled from his penis tip, falling to the floor. Paul took Inka's arm forcing her to stand up. She wiped the cum off her cheeks. He said that her blouse and skirt were messed and would need to come off. He ripped open her blouse; buttons went flying in all directions. He pulled the garment from her. She instinctively moved her arms to cover her breasts, but she was wearing a black bra. David demanded he leave her alone. Paul said that he was in no position to make demands. Paul unfastened Inka's skirt and it fell to the floor. He made her step out of it and threw it aside. Her black knickers were exposed. David couldn't help but ogle his girlfriend in a state of undress. He despised himself for doing so. He could clearly see, as could the other two men tufts of dark pubic hair above the top of her knickers. Paul ordered her to stand next to her boyfriend. She did as ordered but using her hands to cover her modesty. The couple wondered and hoped that their ordeal might be over. Paul started to undress. He was in his early thirties with dark hair, long at the back and short at the sides. He removed his shirt. He was strong; broad shouldered and had a hairy chest. He unfastened his trousers and removed them and his underwear in one swift motion. His cock was semi-erect and some self-masturbation brought it to full erection. His cock was about five inches long but was unusually thick. He walked over to David and ordered him to kneel. He looked at Inka and said "It's his turn and you can watch." David could feel Paul's cock lightly brushing against his face. The thought of sucking cock repulsed him but if it meant that they left his girlfriend alone he had no choice. "Do you want to suck my cock?" Paul asked. "I want to suck you," David whispered. "Say it louder," demanded Paul. "I want to suck your cock." He made him repeat this again in a even louder tone. Paul unfastened and took off the binds from David's hands and then forced his cock into his mouth. He forced him to lick and suck his hairy balls. "Show me and tell me how much you enjoy sucking cock." He felt humiliated but knew he had to do as ordered. He stopped sucking and started masturbating Paul. "I like sucking your cock and it turns me on." He slid Paul's cock over his face. He masturbated him slowly and then faster. He did such a convincing job of lying that Inka wondered if he was telling the truth. "Do you want my spunk?" The thought revolted him but knew he had to lie. "Cum on my face. Let me taste your spunk," he found himself replying not believing the words were his own. Paul eased his cock back into David's mouth. He was pushing his cock deeper into his mouth to the point were he was almost gagging. Paul could feel David using his tongue to lick his shaft. He started to thrust faster and deeper forcing David to choke. He eased back but with a final few thrusts ejaculated his thick, salty cum into David's mouth. The warm jizz hit the back of his throat. His face cringed as he the first spurt went down his throat. He wanted to wretch but Paul kept thrusting. "Swallow it all," he demanded. He grabbed Paul's cock and slid it across his face with cum splashing and gushing over his cheeks and nose, dribbling down his chin. He used his hands to smear it into his face and neck to avoid swallowing all the spunk. He was forced to milk out all of Paul's cum. He could taste spunk in his mouth and wanted to spit but knew he couldn't. Did he enjoy it Inka wondered? Paul dressed and took the gun from John who had been more or less voyeuristic throughout. He moved to Inka and led her by the hand to a grassy area. Paul made David stand up and led him to where the other two were. He forced David to kneel and told him that he can watch. He once again tied David's hands behind his back. John made Inka stand just in front of David as he moved behind her. He pushed her hands down by her side. Her body was nicely tanned especially her legs, arms and shoulders that bronzed on the warmer, hotter tennis circuits around the world. He unfastened her bra and pushed it to the floor. He moved close in behind her and she could feel his stiff cock pushing against the material of his trousers. He cupped her breasts and tugged gently at her nipples. Inka juddered; her nipples had always been sensitive. He allowed his hands to travel down over her stomach. David watched as John slid his fingers inside her knickers. He looked at David. "I bet you would like to feel that. She's nice and wet." He knelt down and eased off her knickers whilst kissing and nuzzling her thigh. Inka's pussy was unshaven and John ran his fingers through the large triangular area of pubic hair saying how soft it felt. "I've never seen so much female pubic hair," said Paul. "I'm all woman not a pubescent schoolgirl," retorted Inka. "Oh yes your all woman," John whispered in her ear. He made her turn to face him. He removed his T-shirt and quickly removed his shoes and socks. John was well over six feet tall. He had a strong chest and a toned smooth stomach. "Take them off," indicating his jeans to Inka. Her hands fumbled at the buttons. She unfastened them and pulled them down and he stepped out of them. She could see his cock ready for release. "Take them off as well," said John. She slid off his underwear. His cock was throbbing and protruded straight out, probably eight inches or longer with a nice girth were Inka's thoughts. His pubic hair was neatly trimmed. She could smell his aftershave but couldn't name it, but it smelt good. He told her to lie down, which she did. He moved between her legs ready to push them apart but she was responsive. He guided his tongue to her pussy and started to work his tongue with circular and lapping motions. Inka placed a hand on the back of his head as if to push him deeper inside. Her juices ran quickly over his tongue and he happily tasted. She thrust her head backward. This was all wrong but it did feel so good. As John licked her he ran his fingers through her pubic hair gently pulling and teasing. She moaned loudly, pleasurable sensations swept through her incessantly. Her body jolted and convulsed as John brought her to orgasm, again and again. He worked and teased her clit as her juices now gushed and she could not and did not want to suppress her moans that had involuntarily become louder and louder. John positioned himself above her. They were both breathing heavily and sweat made their bodies glisten. He moved forward to kiss her neck. She could feel his muscular body against her. He could feel her stiff, erect nipples pushing into his chest. "Do you want me inside," said John. Her demeanour changed and she became apprehensive. "I've never had. I mean so big," she stammered. "Nice and slowly babe," he whispered. "Nice and slow." He eased his cock gently inside her. As he penetrated her shallowly he could see her pretty, flushed face. Inka was writhing in ecstasy and her eyes where closed. John was moaning with his intense pleasure. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "More," she urged. She gasped for breath as his rock hard cock penetrated her deeper than any man before. "Give me it all!" she screamed. John was moaning loudly and plunged the full length of his cock into her. They were rocking in a fast, frenetic rhythm. They were moaning in unison. Inka's body spasmed with another orgasm just as John came. He called out as he shot his cum inside her. She screamed with pleasure as his hot spunk ejaculated inside her. He kept thrusting and he had never cum as much before this night. She pulled her into him as his thrusts started to eventually ease. Their bodies convulsed coming down from the intense experience. John lay on top of her other, both sweating profusely and breathing heavily. Had both of their sexual urges been gratified and completely fulfilled? John rolled off and moved to kneel beside her. He ran a hand over her shoulders and across her erect nipples. She moaned softly. He ran his fingers though her pubic hair. His cum oozed from her pussy. He teased her with his finger. He offered his cum covered finger to her. She wrapped her mouth around it and sucked. He leant over and kissed her neck. He stood up and gathered his clothes. He walked up the track and disappeared from view. "Get down there," said Paul pushing David toward Inka. "Lick her out," he demanded David could see John's spunk trickling from her pussy. He moved between her legs and licked gently. Inka shook her body felt hypersensitive having had an experience unparalleled. David looked around and Paul was nowhere to be seen. They heard the sound a of a car engine starting. The noise of the motor died as it drove back up the track. Game, Set and Match I have had a long term interest in seeing my wife have sex with another man and it has always been a private fantasy which I thought would never eventuate. I have been married to my beautiful wife Elana for 20 years and we have had a very fulfilling sex life particularly earlier in our marriage. I guess that the pressures of raising a family, pursuing a successful business career and all of the other usual domestic situations has somewhat dulled our sex life and sex had become a little repetitious. At various times during our love-making we would both indulge in a sexual fantasy of my wife being with another woman and this inevitably led to very satisfying orgasms for us both. The first occasion I attempted to divert this fantasy and replace the mystery lesbian with another male the response was less than satisfactory and I decided to keep this fantasy purely for my own private arousal. Elana plays competition tennis each week and it is her escape from the wife/mother responsibilities. These tennis evenings are mixed and Elana would usually come home and relate the evenings activities and results but as I did not know any of these people I did not take a great deal of interest in the discussions. About 3 months ago we both went to the end of year social function for this tennis group and I was finally able to put faces to the various names Elana has mentioned. The couple sitting at our table, Robert and Kaz were both members of the tennis group, we seemed to have lots in common with them and as a result had a most enjoyable evening. I could not help but notice that Robert seemed to take a very strong interest in Elana and each time she left the table his gaze would follow her. When we got home that night I mentioned to Elana that I thought Robert was attracted to her but she dismissed this immediately telling me that he and Kaz had a very good marriage and he had never shown anything but an innocent interest in her. That night we made love and I tried to picture Robert fucking my wife while I looked on. I had the most sensational orgasm and I realised that this had now put a real person into my private fantasy. After using this same fantasy on a number of occasions during our love-making I broached the subject once again and told Elana that I had pictured Robert fucking her and doing all sorts of things to her. Again she dismissed this as being silly and was not at all interested in discussing it. We were recently invited to have dinner with Robert and Kaz and before we arrived at the Restaurant I told Elana to take particular notice of the way Robert looked at her. That particular evening Elana had worn a close fitting top and a short skirt, she looked absolutely fabulous and it was obvious when we met them at the Restaurant that Robert could not take his eyes off Elana. I'm not sure but maybe it was because of our previous conversation but Elana seemed to be very nervous and uptight. My wife has unbelievably large nipples which I love to touch and suck and have always asked her to show them off. She has been embarrassed by their size and has always worn bras that did not accentuate them. During the dinner I could not help but notice that her nipples had become very erect and were clearly obvious under her top. I also noticed that Robert could not stop looking at them and I was aware that Elana knew that he was furtively staring at her nipples whenever he could. Strangely I was not in any way attracted to Kaz despite the fact that she is a very good looking woman, although making sure she was always included in our conversation, I was more interested in watching Roberts fascination with Elana. Our small talk covered all sorts of subjects and I was aware that Robert kept trying to introduce risque and suggestive discussions whenever he could. The evening finished and we all said good night with a friendly kiss on the cheek. I watched Robert say good night to Elana and noticed that he purposely brushed his hand against her breast before giving her a somewhat lingering kiss on the cheek. Elana was unusually quiet on the way home and it was not until we had gone to bed that she commented on the evening and admitted that she had noticed Robert's attention and had been turned on by it. We had fantastic sex after that with me making suggestions about what Robert would like to do to her. It normally takes me several minutes to bring Elana to orgasm when I have oral sex with her but on this night I had only lightly touched her clitoris with my tongue and she had the most incredible shuddering climax. This was followed by the wildest fucking we had experienced for many years. The next morning I decided to not mention the events of the previous night and to wait until Elana was comfortable enough to discuss it further. The matter was not raised until the following Wednesday when it was time for Elana to go to her tennis group. I noticed that she had taken far more time in getting ready than she had done previously and also that she was wearing a tennis top I had not seen before which was very sheer and clearly revealed her nipples straining against the sports bra she wore underneath. I also noticed that the normal 'modest' tennis briefs she normally wore under her tennis skirt had been replaced by a very brief and revealing pair of white transparent panties. Before leaving I made mention to her that I loved her new outfit however she dismissed this with the comment "I doubt that anybody other than you will notice". I could not wait for her to come home to find out how the evening had progressed. After coming to bed I asked her the usual questions about how she had played and what the final team results were. I then asked her if Robert had noticed her new outfit. It was then that she told me that before she got out of her car to go into the tennis club she had deliberately rubbed her nipples to make them hard and had noticed that she was extremely wet between the legs, so much so that her juices had saturated the new panties. Immediately she entered the Club, Robert had come straight up to her and told her how fantastic she looked. She told me that he could not take his eyes off her breasts. She also told me that for the first time she had noticed the shape of his cock through his tennis shorts and how large it appeared to be. She played mixed doubles against Robert and Kaz and although nervous that Kaz might suspect something she admitted that she was highly aroused thinking about fucking Robert. She excused herself after the game and went to the ladies room where she rubbed her cunt and played with her clitoris until she came. Again we had the most magnificent fucking session imaginable with Elana continually saying "Fuck me Robert, shove that huge cock into my cunt, I need your cock in me I want you to blow your fucking hot come into my cunt" Elana had three successive orgasms and I have to say I had never seen my wife come with such force or with such screaming. This has happened the last two nights Elana has returned from tennis and I know that she is getting to the stage where she wants us to turn our fantasy into reality. Again I do not want to rush her as I know that she is nervous about the consequences and is worried that I will not be able to handle the real thing. I know that since Robert has entered our life our sex has become so much better I. I really would love to see her being fucked by him and seeing her reaction during such a fucking. We have agreed to let things take their course and not to rush anything. Hopefully, part 2 of my story will tell how my long-held fantasy has been fulfilled. Game Set and Match SOMEWHERE IN S W LONDON ---------- "What you're asking for Mike is a bit outside of my experience," James, the tournament director sighed, not knowing whether to frown at me or grin. "I know Mike," I smiled back, knowing that he couldn't just ignore my somewhat odd request. "But it's not just me. Raffa, Roger, Novak and even Andy are with me on this one, as are virtually all the top twenty. "Who isn't for it then?" he asked, more to give himself time to think than anything else. "We all know who they are Mike," I laughed. "We all know who bats for the other side, don't we?" "Quite!" He accepted my explanation. "But I really don't know what the tennis world will make of it." "We are the tennis world Mike," I pointed out. "Not to put down the thousands of people round the world who play the game, but without us lot then the tournaments wouldn't mean much." "Quite," he repeated thoughtfully, and we sat there in silence for some moments. "Wouldn't it be a bit of a distraction for you players though?" He demanded at last. "Of course it would James," I grinned. "Haven't you seen how gorgeous some of those ball girls are anyway? You don't think we don't notice them in their cute little outfits?" "Quite!" And we had another short silence. "Some of them are a bit young," he pointed out the obvious. "I know," I smiled back confidently. "We thought we should have a minimum age. Probably eighteen to be safe." "Quite!" "Eighteen to twenty would be perfect," I carried on, convinced that he was weakening.. "Everything still nice and firm and not wobbling about too much." "No big tits then," he added, showing the first trace of a smile. "Can't imagine the committee standing for a whole lot of wobbling." "Not too big," I agreed. "What we were thinking was some nice, fit, sporty girls, with nice, fit, tight bodies." "Much like we chose now you mean?" "Exactly! But no fifteen or sixteen year olds. If we're going to get the press behind us then they all have to be at least eighteen." "Pity," he mumbled, suggesting a side to him that I'd never suspected before, but of course he did have to agree with me. "You're right about the press though. If they go for it we could have a gold mine." "So you agree then?" "Where would we find these girls though Mike," he backtracked a little. "We're inundated with girls who want to be ball girls at all our tournaments, but how many of them would be prepared to be seen running around in the all together, with everyone looking at them." "Tennis clubs, schoolgirls, college girls whatever," I enthused. "Besides they wouldn't actually be naked would they." "I can't imagine that a pair of trainers and those cute little white socks they wear, are going to save them many blushes Mike." He pointed out the obvious. "Sexy though?" I laughed. "Christ yes, wouldn't it just," his resistance broke down at last. "Can we insist they wear their hair in a pony tail?" "I don't see why not," I relented, not unwillingly, as I rather liked that cute innocent look as well. "Right," the main man said firmly. "We'll go for it. I'll get some publicity out and start bringing girls in for auditions." "You mean interview, don't you?" "I know what I mean young man," he replied with a wicked grin on his face. --------- So, there we were; the deal agreed but James intent on 'auditioning' a string of pretty young things and probably ending up with totally the wrong sort of girl. The guys had talked it over, and we'd all decided on the sort of ball girl we wanted. Had to be a tennis fan, fit and athletic, not too tall, slim and with good legs. Thought we could get away with the legs thing as they had to be able to scamper around the court chasing after stray balls. Nice firm tits as well, as we didn't want them flopping about all over the place, and of course no tan lines. Between us we had enough places in the sun with private swimming pools that any problems in that department could be dealt with in the weeks before the tournament. I'd already volunteered to supervise that part of the proceedings. Strike first we decided, and put the word out. Twitter and all that stuff, and even we were surprised by the results. : Julie -Nineteen, 34 22 35, blonde, and played for Nottingham University Tennis Club. : Gwen - I'm only seventeen but will have my birthday the day the tournament starts, and love the idea of taking my clothes off to celebrate it. : Helen - Eighteen year old junior county tennis player, who would love show off my 'abilities'. ; Donna - Captain of my school tennis team. Blonde, five foot five, 34 22 34. What else do you need to know? : Connie - Can't wait to show you guys what I could bring to the party. Wait till you see my backside. Sorry I mean backhand. : Jo-Anne - You can all fuck me afterwards. And lots more. We were overwhelmed with young ladies eager to discard their clothing and chase round the tennis courts after our balls! OK, so maybe the last one wouldn't get through the interview, but we decided we should try her out anyway. ------- So there we found ourselves, at the club, and yes I do mean 'that' club in South West London, a crowd of us top ranked players in the private bar, waiting for the first batch of girls to come out from the changing rooms and showing us their wares. Sorry, I mean showing us their knowledge of tennis etiquette. Those cute little white socks had been provided, as had a selection of baseball caps, which we thought would add a certain uniformity to the team, and they'd been told to bring their own trainers. White of course! And here they come, all bashfull and embarrassed, having had to strut their stuff past the public bar on their way to where we were. The public bar that is, where all our grateful friends were. Beautiful tits, nice tight bums and gorgeous long slender legs abounded, and I just knew that the whole thing was going to be a great success when the bell rang. Bell? Bell???? What bloody bell? We haven't got a bell at ... Shit - My alarm clock! "Come on Mike you lazy little sod," I heard my mother's voice from outside in the kitchen. "Time to get up or your mates will go without you." Without me? "You know you've only got the public courts booked for an hour, " she reminded me of reality. "Then you've got to go over to James's to give him his ball back." Ah! All a dream eh? But what a dream. Now if I could only afford my own tennis racquet and practice day and night, who knows? I might even get my own personal ball girl. Who knows what's possible? Bugger my mates and the tennis. I'm going back to sleep for an hour or two. And to my dream of course! --------