0 comments/ 93046 views/ 3 favorites League Night Ch. 1 By: Bob Peale Author's Note: This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive or posting. Additional stories can be found at www.literotica.com. Just go to the Stories section, select Indexed By Author, and look for Bob Peale. While you're at it, check out some of the other great stories posted by other authors! Please address all feedback, inquiries, marriage proposals, etc. to the author at mischief1@bigfoot.com. Disclaimer: This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. No animals were harmed in the manufacture of this product. ******* Medger AutoPark was just one more thing in a large list that Dawn hated about Iowa. For starters, ten months out of the year it was just too damned cold for her. Also, it seemed like everybody had married his or her grade school sweetheart as soon as it was legal. Sure people were polite, but after six months in town, she still didn't feel like she was welcome. She was simple girl from a small town in the Southwest (not that unlike Newton, weather notwithstanding). She'd never gone to college; hell she'd barely finished high school. Her husband Joe had been friends with her older brother and a few of her cousins. He was a bit of a rarity in that he'd gone to the state college on a baseball scholarship: in her part of the universe that was considered a good catch. They'd started dating when she was still in the 10th grade and he was a junior in college. Dawn wasn't exactly a beauty queen, and a lot of the girls were jealous that Joe had shown an interest in her. She only stood 5'2" and, halfway through high school, was barely out of her training bra. She had slim, boyish hips (although her ass was round and full), and her hair was dishwater blonde with no highlights to speak of, cut straight and down to the bottom of her ears with no bangs (a style she still sported to this day). On their second date, after a little fumbling, Joe managed to finger her to her first orgasm. Ironically, her small size had worked to his advantage, allowing him to stimulate her in places she hadn't even known were there. Joe wasn't that big a guy either, only 5'6", and he'd never had a girl react that way before. They soon started going steady, and got married right after she graduated. They had been married three months when Joe pissed away his AAA career by picking a fight one night after an away game in a bar where the locals didn't like their boys losing. He awoke in the hospital three days later, and was encouraged to "retire" two weeks after returning to the active roster. He was a sweet guy that had gotten a tough break so Dawn tried to be supportive, taking bullshit jobs while he chased coaching opportunities, reluctant to give up his dream of making a living from baseball. Days turned into months and years until finally, eleven years later, fate smiled on him. He'd shown talent as a coach, starting with little league teams and working his way up to the college ranks. One day they got a call during supper offering Joe the chance to be head coach at a small Division III college in Iowa. It wasn't Arizona State, but it was the top spot, so after a very brief discussion, they packed their things and set out for America's Flatlands. Unfortunately, it didn't take long for him to discover that being a coach (even a head coach) at a Division III school wasn't exactly a cakewalk. The schedule sucked, requiring him to be away a lot, and he didn't have the staff to do a lot of the shit work, so more often than not he was tired and bitchy. Dawn desperately wanted a child, but Joe was afraid that if this didn't work out he would never be able to support three mouths. She was almost relieved when he suggested she try to find work, if only because then she'd at least have someone else to talk to. The only job that seemed even remotely interesting was at Medger, but pretty soon she'd realized she'd made a mistake. 90% of the people that worked there were men; they were rude and mean and treated her like an alien from outer space because she hadn't grown up there. As a receptionist in the service department, not only did she have the pleasure of dealing with the service techs and shop mechanics, the salesmen and general management also tormented her routinely. And to top it all off, the other women wore too little clothes and too much makeup, making her look even more like the freak everyone thought she was. Everyone, that was, except Linda Cullen. Dawn first met Linda about a month or so after she'd started working at Medger. In the break room, several of the techs and mechanics were waxing poetic about drug-toking hippies from the Southwest. Not surprising, much of their speculation surrounded Dawn and her extended family. "That's ridiculous, Al," a melodious voice interrupted from the doorway, addressing the ringleader. "That's like saying that everybody in Iowa is a gun toting halfwit farmer with a two inch prick, and we all know that that only applies to one family in town." The room erupted in laughter and several guys standing near the door parted to admit the voice's owner. The woman who'd come to her defense was stunning, nearly six feet tall with reddish brown curls that cascaded over broad shoulders partway down her back. Her green eyes sparkled with triumph and humor, and her smile revealed a set of white, even teeth. Even in the loosely cut expensive suit her breasts were large and prominent, and her waist looked just wide enough to support her impressive upper torso. If this were a TV show, this woman would be the head of some rich and powerful family that had their way with everyone around them. She extended a well-manicured hand. "Hi, I'm Linda. On behalf of the entire Midwest, I'd like to apologize. It never fails; marry a cousin, sire an asshole." Dawn took the woman's hand as laughter exploded again. The woman took a seat at Dawn's table and within minutes the break room cleared. The woman seemed nice enough, but for some reason she made the others nervous. Anyone that made them uncomfortable was more than welcome in her book. After lunch, while Dawn sat in the cashier's cage and read a book, Ray Wells paid her a visit. He'd been the next most vocal in the break room, and it seemed he was still bristling at Linda's intervention. "Just because you made friends with Ms. Cullen doesn't make you any less of a freak," he hissed. Dawn reached her breaking point. "What the fuck are you babbling about, you goddamn moron?" she shrieked. "I don't know what your problem is, but go take it out on someone else! I'm not fucking here to be abused by your dumbass!" She started bawling as all of the fear and anger and feelings of not belonging pushed through to the surface. People stared at her (customers as well as employees), while Ray wore the satisfied look of a playground bully that finally got one up on the teacher's pet. The woman that had befriended her in the break room materialized from somewhere behind her. "Come with me honey," she soothed. "Let's go someplace quiet." Dawn let herself be led away, embarrassed by her outburst but unable to calm down. They walked down the corridor to the executive suite, where the woman steered her into a well-appointed office and closed the door behind them. After she got Dawn settled she produced a cup of steaming coffee. Dawn sipped it gratefully. "Why don't you go in there and clean up," the woman suggested, gesturing toward a small bathroom connected to the office. It took Dawn about 15 minutes to get herself together. When she emerged, she took a good look around. There were plaques and pictures everywhere, including one with Linda and Bill Medger (who, in addition to owning the AutoPark, had been mayor of Newton twice). It finally dawned on her who her new friend was: Linda Cullen, Vice President - Internet Sales, the only female executive at Medger, and one of the few executives period that wasn't related to the old man. She'd built what was intended to be a throw away department (internet sales wasn't even paid on commission) into one of the top performing sales groups in the state and the most profitable of all of the Medger teams. Linda Cullen walked on water, at least as far as the old man was concerned. "I'm SO sorry, Ms. Cullen," she stammered self-consciously. Linda patted the sofa beside her. "In the break room I was just Linda; the same is true in here." Dawn took a seat next to her. Linda was quite a bit older than her, about 15 years Dawn guessed, and in some ways very maternal. Unbidden, Dawn buried her face in Linda's shoulder began crying again while Linda stroked her hair. "They really can be pricks," Dawn sobbed. "They can smell fear a mile away, and you young lady are afraid." Linda lectured her about fitting in and demanding respect. Dawn hadn't had very many pep talks in her lifetime, and she responded warmly to the care and attention. Thirty minutes later, she was ready to face the world. She never told Joe about the incident. With his temper and small stature, the only thing it would have accomplished was his getting his ass kicked. But after that day, she came to work with a new attitude. She couldn't help being skinny, and she couldn't help not being born there, but she was damned if she was going to let anybody make her feel like shit anymore. She and Linda started spending more time together. They ate lunch with each other several times a week, and whenever Linda could she got Dawn little perks, like overtime during the Christmas season or priority days off. The guys began treating her with grudging politeness, and the women smiled in her face (even if they did talk about her behind her back). For several weeks, Linda had been trying to convince Dawn that she needed to get out and meet people, but Dawn had always politely declined. She didn't think she was in Linda's league, and was afraid that she would embarrass her. Finally, Linda wouldn't take no for an answer any longer. "Joe's away at a tournament; you said so yourself. All you're going to do is curl up in front of the TV anyway," she teased. "Linda, I really can't..." "Linda nothing! It'll be fun; we'll go bowling." Bowling sounded safe, Dawn thought. It was a low-key activity, and they probably wouldn't be rubbing elbows with any executives. How bad could it be? She conceded and gave Linda directions to her house. A little silver sports car (not a model they carried on the lot, Dawn noted) pulled into Dawn's driveway at 6:30 and Dawn bounded off the porch to meet it. She didn't see an ice patch at the bottom of the stairs and went sprawling, landing on her ass with a loud splat. Linda jumped out of her car to help her up. "I guess I'm little excited," Dawn said sheepishly. One look at Linda and her heart sank. Whereas under her long wool coat she'd chosen a denim mini skirt, one of Joe's old button down shirts, white socks and tennis shoes for this evening's activity, Linda had dressed to impress. With her hair pulled back in a ponytail, she looked 10 years younger, and she was wearing skintight black leggings, sporty lace up work boots, and a VERY form fitting grey pullover v-neck sweater that was cut so low that the only thing keeping her breasts from spilling out was lucky positioning. "You like?" she asked, smoothing the sweater over her flat belly. Dawn nodded mutely. During the ride Linda was uncharacteristically tightlipped, providing one and two word responses to all of Dawn's questions as they sped across town. She turned off the blacktop onto a dirt road just past the business district. Abandoned overgrown stalks of corn and wheat towered over the car on both sides, forming a dark and narrow valley through which the silver bullet bounced and jostled over a rutted path. Just as Dawn was starting to feel claustrophobic they emerged into a wide, relatively flat clearing. Up ahead stood two barns, one about the size of a three or four car garage, the other considerably larger. Vehicles were scattered anywhere there was available space; most were pick-up trucks or other four-wheel drive varieties. Linda maneuvered her car expertly into a spot between an old, dilapidated tractor and a muddy late 70's sedan. Still reticent, she hopped out and waited for Dawn to clumsily stagger away from the car. When they reached a door set in the far side of the smaller barn, she produced a shiny blue plastic card that she stuck into a slot in the wall. There was a soft click and she pushed the door open, motioning for Dawn to follow. Inside was a seedy looking bar with twenty or so people drinking, playing cards, or talking. Some were seated around scratched, worn cocktail tables with mismatched chairs, while others huddled around the bar watching a small color television. She was perplexed; there weren't nearly enough people to account for all of the cars outside. Nobody paid them any attention as they took a seat at the bar. Linda signaled for two beers, then hopped up, walked over to a burly man sitting against the far wall and exchanged her blue card for a green one. When she returned to the bar, she ushered Dawn off the chair without touching her beer and led her down a corridor with three doors marked "Pigs", "Cows" and "Emergency Exit". She slid the green plastic card into a slot next to the door marked "Emergency Exit" and pushed it open after they heard the lock disengage. They darted along a short path to what Dawn guessed was the larger barn, inserted the green card into another slot, and pushed the door open. "Why didn't we just come here first?" Dawn asked irritated. Linda shrugged. "My card only opens the door to the first building." "Well then why don't you get a card to this one?" "No one has one; you have to get it from the bouncer. Less chance that it'll end up someplace it shouldn't," she answered mysteriously. To Be Continued... League Night Ch. 2 Author's Note: This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive or posting. Additional stories can be found at www.literotica.com. Just go to the Stories section, select Indexed By Author, and look for Bob Peale. While you're at it, check out some of the other great stories posted by other authors! Please address all feedback, inquiries, marriage proposals, etc. to the author at mischief1@bigfoot.com. Disclaimer: This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. No animals were harmed in the manufacture of this product. ******* Dawn stepped inside and was surprised to find herself in a small reception area filled with bowling paraphernalia and a shoe counter. A brawny man who looked much more like a bouncer than a rental clerk stood behind the counter, eyes glued to a television set mounted above the entrance, and absently polished a glass counter. "Hey Ron, how're you doing?" Linda greeted him pleasantly. "Hi Ms. Cullen," he said brightly. "Good to see you again." Linda chatted amicably while she unlaced her boots and handed them to him. In return, she received a pair of well kept bowling shoes and a blue custom bowling ball. He led Dawn to a rack on one wall and helped her determine what size ball she needed, then took her tennis shoes and gave her what looked like brand new bowling shoes and a bowling ball sized appropriately. Outfitted, Linda handed the Ron the green plastic card, which he dropped into a box behind him before pushing a button under the counter that activated a sliding metal door embedded in the wall behind the shoe counter. The bowling alley was as different from the bar as night from day. It was wide and open, with enough room for 10 lanes. Each set of 2 lanes had a comfortable looking lounge area behind it with upholstered benches, cocktail tables, and a desk to keep score. All of the lanes had people bowling in them, and Linda spoke to almost everyone as the women made their way to the lounge behind lanes 7 and 8. "This place is incredible," Dawn marveled as they got comfortable around one of the tables. "A couple of years ago, the guy who owns this farm got sick of losing money year after year on bullshit crops and put his head together with a couple of friends to figure out how to do something profitable with the land; let's face it, we're not exactly prime for condos and million dollar subdivisions. So they started a "social club", initially as a pool hall, then as a card parlor, and finally this, a bowling alley. The whole thing is members only, and there are two levels; everybody gets access to the bar, but you have to be sponsored to get back here. That's why no one has a card for this building." "This has to cost a fortune," Dawn said looking around. "It's expensive for Iowa, but it's not too bad," Linda laughed. "There are enough members to make it worthwhile, and access to this place is organized into leagues where each person gets to come one day a week." A bored waitress sauntered over and took their drink orders. Dawn reached into her pocket to get money but Linda motioned for her to put it away. "No need for that; it's covered in the dues." After the drinks arrived Linda took Dawn out to the lanes to warm up. She wasn't bad; after a few frames, Dawn thought they seemed pretty evenly matched. Suddenly the lights started to dim. "Oops, looks like we're about to start. Let's go join the others." The sound of sexual activity suddenly filled the air and Dawn looked around frantically to identify it. On the back wall, spread across all 10 lanes, played a very graphic pornographic movie. Dawn raised an embarrassed hand to her face. "Linda that's a sex film!" she squealed. Linda chuckled. "All part of the atmosphere. Relax." Reluctantly, she tore her gaze away from the movie so that Linda could introduce her to the others, 4 men and 2 women. She was surprised to see that one of the men was Ray Wells, now was the picture of politeness. "Ok now," Linda continued, "Teams are me, Ray, Phil, and Sara against Dawn, Stan, Paula, and Rick. First game is practice since Dawn's new." During the practice game Dawn's teammates tried to give her pointers on how to throw and how to approach and by the end, she felt she was as ready as she'd ever be. "For Dawn's benefit, I'll go over the rules. We pair up, one against one. Whoever loses the frame has to do whatever the winner says. At the end of the game, the team with the highest total score gets to pick one person from the other team. Everybody ready?" Linda asked. Dawn didn't really get it, but she nodded along with everyone else. The first two to bowl were Ray and Stan. Ray won the frame and made Stan remove his shoes. "It'll make it harder to bowl," Linda leaned over and explained. Now Dawn understood; it was like Truth or Dare. Rick won his frame against Sara easily and decided that Sara would have to bowl with his ball (which was six pounds heavier) for the next frame. Linda and Dawn tied, as did Phil and Paula. By the end of the fourth round, no one had his or her shoes anymore and Ray had also lost his shirt. He was skinny bordering on scrawny, his chest hairless and his ribs prominent, with small brown nipples and a slight beer belly. He seemed unconcerned with his semi-nudity. Dawn was also getting tipsy, averaging a drink every two frames, and more than a little horny from watching the porno movie between frames. She hadn't seen a lot of erotica; Joe kept a few magazines around the house, but the women were usually ugly and posed in degrading positions. The sex film, on the other hand, was very exciting. It was clear from the noises that the women were enjoying themselves, and the men were so big, so much bigger than her husband. She couldn't help wondering how it would feel to have something like that in her. Things got interesting in the fifth round. In return for losing to Rick again, Sara was required to remove her panties. Dawn watched in amazement as she casually got down on the floor in front of everyone, crotch pointed toward the group, and sensually slid them over her hips and down her legs, then spread her legs wide. After a moment she got back up on her feet, tossing them playfully at Rick, who mock swooned. Dawn's turn to bowl came and she proceeded to throw not one but two gutter balls while Linda confidently picked up a spare. "In defense of my teammate, I claim Dawn's skirt," she crowed drunkenly. The others all clapped and Dawn turned crimson. She looked pleadingly at Linda, but the other woman just held out her hand and smiled mischievously. Even in high school she'd hated getting undressed in front of other people, and these people were strangers! She looked up and down the other lanes; people were in various stages of undress, some even totally nude. If she'd been sober, she never would have been able to talk herself into it, but she was well past buzzed and up until now had been having a good time. Turning her back to everyone, she took a deep breath, unsnapped her skirt, and let it fall to the floor. The applause both startled and confused her until she remembered through the haze that, in her one nod toward being naughty, she'd decided to wear a thong that a friend had gotten her jokingly as a going away present. It was shiny gold with a very thin center strap, so small that it was virtually lost between the crack of her ass. She blushed deeper and the applause grew louder. She turned and walked as fast as she could in her slippery socks back to the lounge, dropped onto a bench and shut her eyes tight. "Don't worry," Ray said soothingly. "It looks great. You've got a pretty nice body." Dawn knew he was just being nice but she appreciated the effort. "Thanks." "I've always really gotten off on small women," he said honestly. Uncomfortable with his directness, she turned her attention back to the game. Paula's fate was even worse than hers; as punishment for losing, she had to lick a trail from one of Ray's nipples to the other, then down to his belt. Although she protested at first, by the end neither of them looked too unhappy about the task. Fate smiled on her in the sixth round; despite her discomfort at bowling in socks and a thong she managed to bowl a strike. While the others whooped and hollered at her good fortune she wracked her brain to come up with a suitable revenge for losing her skirt. "Well," she said finally. "One good turn deserves another. Off with the sweater," she giggled. Undaunted, Linda pulled it up over her head while the others congratulated Dawn for turning up the heat. She was almost sorry she'd let Linda get uncovered. Her stomach was flat and slightly muscled, firm but feminine. Her waist tapered to full hips, and her breasts really were amazing! Dawn had to struggle to justify a B cup, whereas Linda was a solid D, if not an E. Tonight she'd worn a demi-bra that scooped her breasts up from below (hence the reason she was so close to falling out of her sweater). It did nothing to cover her nipples, now dark red and prominent with arousal, and actually struggled to contain her. As the group looked on she reached between her tits, unfastened it, and tossed it to Dawn. "Consider it a bonus for bowling the strike," she said confidently. In the ninth frame Dawn's game went horribly awry again and Linda flashed her a predatory smile. "I think maybe it's time that Phil showed you his grip. Get down on your hands and knees." Puzzled, she got down on all fours as the group formed a circle around her. Phil was unquestionably the best bowler in the group, but Linda had other reasons for choosing him. He was a bear of a man, the only real farmer among them, with large muscular arms and huge, meaty hands. His fingers were so thick that he'd had to go all the way to Des Moines to get a bowling ball made after three had to be sent back because they still didn't fit. He knelt down in back of her and, without pretense, slid his thumb under her thong strap and into her asshole. She yelped in pain and someone clamped a hand over her mouth to quiet her as Phil moved it in and out of her a few times, inserting it all the way in up to his knuckle. She groaned deeply as the pain gave way to pleasure, her ass growing accustomed to the invasion. She had experimented a few times with her own finger when Joe wasn't around but she'd never had anything this big in there. Involuntarily she pushed back on the finger and trembled, fucking it slowly. She was surprised at how good it felt, and soon blocked out anything but the rhythmic pumping in her ass. To Be Continued... League Night Ch. 3 Author's Note: This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive or posting. Additional stories can be found at www.literotica.com. Just go to the Stories section, select Indexed By Author, and look for Bob Peale. While you're at it, check out some of the other great stories posted by other authors! Please address all feedback, inquiries, marriage proposals, etc. to the author at mischief1@bigfoot.com. Disclaimer: This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. No animals were harmed in the manufacture of this product. ******* Lost in the sensation of having her ass finger fucked, she nearly collapsed when she felt a finger, blunt and impossibly thick, spread her dampened mound wide and work its way inside. She muttered incoherently, trying pitifully to protest even as she grew wetter. These were strangers, this man was not her husband, and she shouldn't be touched like this, but God it felt wonderful! She swore Phil's finger was almost as thick as Joe, and his thumb was fucking her as well as she imagined any cock could. Her nipples were hard as marbles; she wanted to reach up and stroke them, to squeeze them, but it was all she could do to keep from falling over as it is. She opened her mouth to plead that someone, anyone, help her out, but the hand covering her mouth stayed firmly planted across it, muffling all sound. When Phil started to maneuver a second finger in with the first Dawn whimpered. After all, she was a small woman, and the one finger in her pussy, given its dimensions, was more than enough to satisfy her. There was no way, she thought, that she would ever be able to accept two of them in the same hole! Much like her ass, initially all she felt was pain. Remarkably, with only about half of the second finger worked in, she really started to juice, and the second finger slid all the way in; Phil was in effect now holding her like he would a bowling ball. "Way to go, Phil!" someone cheered. "Hey, I think she's getting off!" added another. Encouraged, Phil pumped all three fingers in and out of her holes, the slurping sounds drowning out everything for Dawn, even the movie playing up on the wall. She lowered her head and chest to the floor, arching as her enflamed nipples made contact with the hard surface through the rough cotton of her shirt, and opening her ass and pussy even wider for Phil to do as he pleased. She heard a strange voice beg him to go faster, and it was several seconds before she realized that it belonged to her. The urgency, the raw lust, surprised her, but she was grateful when he complied. Her orgasm snuck up on her, its intensity so bone rattling that she cried out as if she'd been struck. Mercifully, Phil held his fingers still, only withdrawing them once her muscles had stopped twitching. "Mmm, mmm good," he laughed, licking his fingers. The crowd dispersed, leaving her sprawled on the floor of the lounge. When she could muster the strength she rose shakily to her feet, looking around embarrassedly. If anyone had been paying attention, they gave no indication. In fact, the atmosphere had changed considerably since she'd first gotten down on her knees. In the other lanes people were performing similar if not more explicit sexual acts than the one Dawn had just participated in. Up on the wall, the tenor of the movie had also changed. The scene unfolding was overtly bisexual, centering around two guys, a girl, and a hot tub. "All right everyone," Sara's voice cut in, "we're going into the last frame. That means that the losers automatically strip down to nothing AND THEN the winner gets to chose their punishment." Dawn's stomach did a somersault. She was on a collision course with total embarrassment. Getting violated in front of everyone was bad, but at least she'd still had most of her clothes. She didn't want to be NAKED in front of these people. The first to fall was Ray, who only had his boxers left anyway. It had been neck and neck for a while, but it seems that after Phil finished fingering Dawn, Ray pretty much lost his concentration. He proudly removed his shorts, although it didn't appear that that there was anything noteworthy below the belt. His cock was limp, but it looked like it was around the same size as her husband's, and his legs were as thin and wiry as his arms and chest. His pubic hair was sparse and the same dirty brown color as his greasy ponytail. The only thing that piqued her interest were his balls; they were large and round, more plum sized where she was used to them looking more like ping pong balls. "Well Ray, you know the drill," Stan said pointedly. Ray nodded sheepishly. Whatever "the drill" was, it embarrassed him, which definitely grabbed Dawn's attention. Ray dropped clumsily to his knees, spreading them wide and resting his ass on his heels in what looked like an uncomfortable position. Head bowed, he fondled his cock until it was hard, jutting out angrily in front of him. Dawn realized she'd been wrong; his cock was definitely noteworthy, the head thick and long, the shaft a good 6". Unconsciously she licked her lips. The group chanted something low and unintelligible, which spurred him on and he increased his pace. Looking around, Dawn saw that almost everyone in the room had gathered around to watch poor Ray, who was breathing hard now, his bony chest rising and falling with every stroke. He grabbed at his cock violently, pulling it so hard Dawn was certain he'd break or bruise something, and his eyes were shut so tightly that red splotches dotted his cheeks and forehead, but the look on Ray's face was pure bliss. With a final, quick pump he fell back, his legs bending at an angle usually reserved for cheerleaders and gymnasts. His cock released a literal geyser of cum, thick creamy stream after thick creamy stream, his fists pounding the floor with each eruption. Dawn looked on in awe as it poured out for close to two minutes, arcing back and splattering his face, neck and torso as the crowd cheered. As it subsided his angry cock softened slightly, drooping forward but still oozing sperm on the floor in front of him. Someone tossed him a towel and Phil and Stan helped him into a seat. Sara lost to Rick and pulled off her shirt, bra and panties even before the pins had been cleared away. She had a nice body, curvy where it should be, even a little flabby in some places, with large generous breasts and blonde, wispy pubic hair. Her nipples hardened, excited at the thought of performing for the crowd. Rick gestured over to the carpet (which was still wet from Ray's performance) and Sara grimaced but lowered herself onto the floor; refusal to submit to a punishment was grounds for expulsion from the league. When she was in position Rick kneeled between her legs and roughly rubbed her clit for a few minutes. Despite the lack of finesse it had the desired effect, and soon she was moaning and writhing on the floor. He grabbed a bowling pin from under the seat, unceremoniously spit on the head, and placed it between her legs. Without thinking she raised her hips to meet it then cried out as he forced it in her. Her eyes rolled up in her head as it slid in to the point where it widened severely. She undulated seductively with each thrust, moaning louder as the wooden pin split her wide. Paula reached down and rubbed her clit again, and Sara's mouth opened in a silent scream. The other women looked on with envy. Through nothing short of divine intervention, Dawn actually won her last frame. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, she was prepared to let Linda off easy; however, Linda was clearly irritated at having missed the opportunity to get the best of Dawn, and it showed. She peeled her leggings of with deliberate slowness, revealing well-muscled legs, the product of endless hours of aerobics. Her pubic hair, matted with arousal, was auburn, fine and curly, thickly covering her pussy. She stood defiantly with her hands on her hips and her legs parted, as if daring Dawn to take her best shot. "Okay," Dawn said, meeting the challenge. "Linda, why don't you clean the bowling pin off with your mouth and tongue?" A collective gasp escaped from the group, followed close by with whoops and hollers. Linda nodded her head and smiled slightly, proud of her little protégé for rising to the occasion. She wrinkled her nose in distaste but motioned for the pin. Dawn withdrew it from between Sara's legs and handed the wide end to Linda. The other woman took a deep breath, and gently, almost lovingly, began licking the head and sides of the pin. When it was well coated with saliva she tried to swallow it, but her mouth could not stretch over the widest part of the head. "Come on Linda," Rick called. "You've had bigger than that!" Everyone laughed, including Linda who threw the pin at him, striking his chest. Phil and Paula were the last to go. Paula had fought valiantly, managing to squeak by on a few frames, and looked poised to win the final frame with two strikes and five pins. However, Phil was the best bowler in the group, and his final performance showed that he'd just been toying with her, bowling three consecutive strikes and burying her. Paula looked genuinely uncomfortable, even more so than Dawn figured she looked just before she was forced to give up her skirt. "She's only been playing with us a few weeks," Sara whispered. "She's never lost before. She's come close a few times, but no one's ever seen her totally naked. We paired her against Phil on purpose." Like Dawn, she'd been left with her blouse, bra and panties (and she'd been smart enough to wear full sized panties, Dawn noted). She undressed to catcalls and stripper music hummed drunkenly, until she was naked before them. Dawn saw that her pussy was clean-shaven, with thick, inviting outer lips. She was thin, but not as skinny as Dawn, with enough of a curve between her waist and her hips to be considered attractive. The hair on her head was golden red, and her ice blue eyes were clouded with apprehension. Her breasts were about the same size as Dawn's, maybe a little bigger, but her aureoles were huge, easily as big around as the top of a spray can and took up half of the total surface area of her tits, with nipples as big as the tip of Dawn's pinky. It was not normally what Dawn would have thought of as attractive, but it was erotic. "Now Paula, I've heard a rumor, and I want to see if it's true," Phil began. "What?" she asked nervously. "Lay down, right where Sara was," he commanded. He waited for her to get settled. "Sara, Rick, help her out. Give those titties a good workout." The look on Paula's face told Phil that his source had been right. He'd heard from a few guys around the bar that little Paula had extra sensitive tits, so much so that you could make her cum just from sucking or playing with them. Sara and Rick got on their knees on either side of her and fastened their mouths over as much of the huge pink spot as they could. Rick was a little awkward, but Sara latched on with practiced ease. Poor Paula moaned loudly and shook her head from side to side. "Oh God, please slow down! Be gentle! Oh God please!" she begged. Rick and Sara removed their mouths and everyone could see that Paula's aureoles had darkened considerably, and her nipples were now almost as thick as Dawn's thumb. They caught a slight breeze and Paula moaned louder, this time begging Rick and Sara to start again. Rick covered her again but Sara decided that it might be more effective to softly nibble, making Paula scream with pleasure. To Be Continued... League Night Ch. 4 Author's Note: This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. 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By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. No animals were harmed in the manufacture of this product. ******* The truly amazing thing was that no one had gone anywhere near her crotch. Dawn had heard of women that could cum from other things, but she couldn't imagine how. Both people were now kissing and sucking on Paula's breasts, causing her to hump the air. With a flourish Sara attacked Paula's nipple with her tongue, running it roughly over it as fast as she could. Sensing the effect, Rick followed suit and soon Paula was whimpering, begging them to have mercy, to let her cum. At some point she'd tried to grab her own tits and they'd grabbed her hands, holding them to the floor to prevent her from hurrying them along. Her pussy was slick with moisture, clear evidence of how good a job Rick and Sara were doing. Sara looked up, caught Rick's eye, and mouthed the words "Follow Me". In a movement so quick it caught everyone by surprise she sat up, still holding Paula's arm to the floor, and pinched Paula's nipple between her thumb and forefinger. A second later Rick did the same and Paula's hips raised six inches off the ground, her legs opening and closing rapidly as she started to cum. Her eyes squeezed so tight small tears trickled out of the corner. They continued to squeeze softly until she lay spent. Shortly thereafter the lights came up and the movie shut off. Dawn saw that more than half of the people were naked, and there were wet spots EVERYWHERE. Some women definitely had cum on their bodies, as well as some of the guys. Instinctively, she reached for her skirt, stockings and shoes, but Phil put a restraining hand on her arm. "It's customary to wait until after the winners are announced," he said simply. She sat back against the bench. She'd forgotten all about the team competition. As people scurried back to their seats and porters cleaned up the collective mess from the night's activities, Dawn mentally tried to tally the two teams' scores. She guessed that if they won, they'd choose Paula, arguably the second best bowler in the group. Likewise, if Linda's team won, there was no doubt that Phil would be their man. A man in denim overalls made his way down the alley, collecting a piece of paper from each group. Once he had them all, he took his place in front of the five groups and called out the winner of each match along with the player they had selected. When he got to their group she was disappointed to hear that Linda's team had won, and surprised to hear that she had been selected. All five "selectees", three men and two women, were asked to join the man in the front. Two of the men and the other woman were totally naked, evidence that they had lost their final frame. Now she was really confused: if they hadn't been picked for their ability, what then? She pondered this while the announcer thanked the losing teams for making the night a success, and then invited the five of them to join their new teams. Linda, Ray, Phil and Sara stood around bullshitting until the others left, totally ignoring Dawn for the time being. Finally the last of the losing teams left and Sara came over and put her hands on Dawn's waist. "I'll be honest, I didn't expect to be chosen," Dawn said frankly. "Are you kidding? After that performance with Phil, you were a shoe in!" Sara replied, giving her a squeeze. The other woman's touch had an intensity that was unsettling. In the back of her mind she thought she got it's meaning, but her conscious self wouldn't acknowledge it. "What?" she croaked. "What did that have to do with anything?" "Dawn, honey," Linda said, coming up behind her and hooking her fingers in the waistband of her thong. "This isn't about who bowled the best; it's about who we want to fuck." Dawn stood stunned as Linda slipped her panties down over her hips, stepping out of them woodenly. Fuck? These people wanted to have sex with her? It was bad enough that she'd let a strange man touch her that way, but she didn't know if she could have sex with anyone. That was cheating! She felt Sara unbutton her shirt and push it down over her shoulders, surprised at the coolness of the air on her breasts as it fell away. Her nipples ached from the combination of stimulation and arousal, and Dawn's mouth fell open in noticeable appreciation as she watched Phil stripped. His black crew cut, light blue eyes and strong jaw made him ruggedly attractive, but his body literally made her wet. His chest and biceps looked like chiseled marble, but in the raw sort of way that muscles look when they are gained from honest hard work rather than designer gyms and fad approaches. His skin was pinkish, already months since it had last felt hot sun, and his nipples were hard red points, an even dusting of jet black hair covering his chest, then narrowing to a thin trail that creased his midsection before flaring into a triangle at his crotch. Against the darkness of his pubic hair his cock hung prominently, a good six or so inches long and as thick Joe's was hard (even though Phil was still flaccid). Between his muscled legs a nice set of balls swayed invitingly as he walked toward her, evoking involuntary twinges from her already throbbing nipples. "Looks like Phil has a new best friend," Sara teased as she maneuvered Dawn down on her hands and knees. "Don't worry," she said in a conspiratorial whisper, "Phil likes 'em small. Says they're louder." The feel of something wet and warm against her labia sent an electric jolt through Dawn's whole body, only to be followed by another as she realized that another woman had her mouth down there. Her mind rebelled against the thought, even as she spread her legs wider to give Sara better access. Sara rewarded her by licking faster, teasing her outer lips with small darting motions. Dawn's face flushed as she heard herself moan with pleasure. Sara let her tongue wander down to Dawn's asshole. She groaned and raised her hips, losing herself in the new sensation. No one had ever licked her down there and it felt so good she was having trouble breathing, but she'd sooner die than end it. A puddle had formed under her and she wasn't sure how much was her doing and how much was from Sara. Instinctively she tried to force more of Sara's tongue into her asshole, even as Linda positioned herself so that her crotch was just under her face. Linda spread her lips with one hand, offering it to Dawn, who shook her head lazily. She didn't even do that for Joe! Behind her, Sara dropped on her back, slid between her legs, and began licking her pussy from below. Dawn whimpered and tried to drop her crotch on the other woman's face, but Sara managed to hold her at a distance by her hips so that she could continue to tease her. While Dawn was distracted trying desperately to improve her contact with Sara's tongue, Phil straddled Sara and positioned his cock at the entrance to Dawn's pussy. He was at his full length, an impressive 10", and could barely close his hand around the huge club. As Sara continued to drag her tongue across the edges of Dawn's pussy, Phil rubbed the swollen head of his cock along her slit. Dawn's teeth chattered in anticipation of what might happen next. She tried to turn her head to confirm what had been positioned between her legs but Linda grabbed it firmly between her hands. "Uh uh, dear. Eyes front," Linda chided. "Oh goodness Linda, he can't, I mean I shouldn't, I mean..." Dawn babbled. "Dawn honey, shut up and lick," she commanded, pulling her face down. Dawn resisted momentarily then Linda felt the first tentative licks, followed by a guttural moan as Phil worked his cock head into her. Sara licked the spot where his cock entered Dawn's pussy, making her moan louder. He and Sara worked on Dawn's pussy until he was in up to the ridge. When it felt like she had stretched enough to accommodate him he pulled his cock all the way out. "Oh Jesus, no!" she howled. "Show me how bad you want him," Linda demanded, spreading her legs. Dawn buried her head between Linda's legs, licking and sucking with abandon, using her nose, her chin, her teeth, her tongue, anything to bring pleasure to her. The smell of Linda's sex was so strong that Dawn felt lightheaded yet she continued, willing to do anything to feel Phil in her again. He finally took pity on her and reinserted his cock. She was so wet and stretched now that he was able to get about halfway in before he met any resistance. She felt stretched to her limit, unable to imagine ever having anything so big in her again. He was patient, moving forward slowly enough to let her adjust to him, Sara helping out by licking her constantly. By the time Phil's heavy balls slapped against her ass all four of them were dripping with sweat and sex. Joe was a distant memory, something she knew she'd have to handle later but not an immediate concern. Her breath was ragged as she slurped and licked at Linda's pussy like she was starving and it was the best meal she'd ever tasted, while Phil made it his business to ram his cock into her as hard as he could manage. He was so big and thick that her pussy actually stung from the impact, but Sara's loving licks and kisses went a long way toward soothing her. At the first sign of her impending orgasm Phil pulled out, leaving her pussy a wet dripping gap. She howled in anger and frustration as he pushed her aside and rammed his cock into Linda all the way up to his pubic hair in one strong stroke. Linda screamed with pleasure and scissored her legs around his waist, pulling him close and holding him there, forcing him to take short powerful strokes that drove his cock deep into her. It didn't take Linda long to cum under normal circumstances, but tonight's antics had shortened her fuse considerably. She clawed and beat at his back as she came, clinging to his cock with her pussy, feeling every ridge and contour pulse inside her. Meanwhile Sara had taken charge of Dawn, moving her around until the two women were locked in an embrace, Sara on top, their erect nipples roughly rubbing against each other, their sopping wet pussies grinding as Dawn sought relief from the erotic pressure that had built to fever pitch. Phil pulled out of Linda and shoved as much of his cock as he could into Sara's pussy. Although she was more than willing, her body wasn't as equipped as Linda's to readily take something so large, and it took Phil a little work before she was fully impaled on his cock. The feeling of Phil's monster cock working it's way in and out of Sara's pussy was driving Dawn wild, and she reached under and fingered herself as Sara approached orgasm. Phil, well overdo, let out a roar as he emptied his load into Sara. This caused Sara to mash her pussy against Dawn's, partly to get away from the torrent of cum that Phil was releasing and partly because her own orgasm had been triggered and the motion was involuntary. The effect was to trap Dawn's hand between her, pinning it, and preventing her yet again from cumming. The three of them lay stacked on one another, pumping and leaking, as nature ran its course. Sara and Phil finally rolled off of her and Dawn crawled wobbly over to the lounge. She needed to cum so bad she could barely see straight. She fumbled around on the floor looking for the bowling pin Sara had used when her hand came down on a human foot. She jumped to her feet. "I was wondering when you'd remember me," Ray slurred. Dawn had actually thought Ray was done for the night. He'd seemed catatonic since his performance, but unbeknownst to any of them he'd just been sitting here patiently sipping scotch, waiting his turn. He pulled her to him with surprising speed, spinning her around so that her back was to him. Deftly he pulled her onto his lap, his cock sliding easily in her after the pounding she'd taken from Phil coupled with the wetness that came from close to an hour of constant stimulation. His rough hands pawed at her tits, the nipples two hot points that she pressed into his palms, aching for his touch. Dawn moved up and down on him for several minutes, feeling her orgasm start to build again and her pussy getting wetter and wetter. She gyrated her hips feverishly, trying as hard to make him cum as she was trying to cum herself. Without warning he reached under her, lifting her easily and spreading her ass cheeks wide. Smoothly he lowered her vulnerable asshole down onto the tip of his cock, shoving a good 2" in before she could twist away. Ray wasn't much thicker than Joe, but he was a lot bigger than her finger, which up until now was the only thing that had been in her ass. She tried to plant her feet on either side of him to slow his progress but she couldn't quite reach the bench. In very little time her ass cheeks were seated firmly against his lap, his cock buried all the way in. "Please wait a minute," she panted. "It's so big; I just need a minute to get used to it." Under her, Ray grunted and held still until he felt her asshole squeeze him, signaling him to proceed. He really wasn't in any position to thrust so he lifted her up slightly and let her drop back onto his lap, forcing the breath out of her each time they connected. Sara crawled in front of them, placing one of Dawn's legs over each of her shoulders and sucked Dawn's protruding clit between her teeth. "Oh fuck me!" Dawn moaned through gritted teeth, clenching her ass even tighter around Ray's cock. Ray grabbed hold of Dawn's ass tighter and started slamming her on him hard, forcing his cock deep, while Sara teased Dawn's trapped clit with her tongue and worked two fingers in and out of her dripping slit. In desperation Dawn reached up and tugged on her own swollen nipples. Her body began shaking violently, as if she were having a seizure. She felt all of the air rush out of her lungs as the orgasm took hold, spasms gripping her ass and pussy in alternating succession. Her convulsions brought Ray off soon after, the first splash of warm cum soaking her bowels, and she shivered as the thought of how much he'd cum earlier caused her to cum again. Miraculously he was able to keep pumping her up and down on his cock even as he shot deep inside her, the sloppy wet sounds of sex growing louder as semen filled her ass, spilled out, and ran down their legs into a puddle under the bench. She came a total of four times before he finally pulled her free of his cock. They were the last group to clean up and clear out. Making their way out to the parking lot each of them wore the look of tired satisfaction that comes from a good workout. Dawn lowered herself gingerly into Linda's car, her ass and pussy sore from evening's festivities, and slept the whole ride home. At her house, Linda shook her softly until she woke up, then slipped a finger under her skirt and stroked her still sensitive clit. "I was wondering if maybe you were up for a nightcap?" she asked impishly. End!