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Head Games at School Ch. 01

By: stephen55



Trish was on her knees, crying, sobbing actually. She had come to me to apologize. "Ken I'm so sorry. I can't believe what I did to you. You must hate me. Please, please forgive me. I had no idea you did the right thing. I heard you practically raped that girl. I was told a lie and I went with it. Please tell me you forgive me!"

I was angry. I was furious. This cock teasing bitch had humiliated me. And for what? So she could play her vicious head games, totally convinced I deserved it. Well, fuck you, Trish.

Trish and I were students at university together, both in our final year. We both lived in dorms, knowing each only casually over the years at school until recently. About a month earlier she had started to chat me up, coming on strong, pretending to be interested. She had asked if we could go out and I had happily agreed, thinking she was serious. 

We ended up having dinner that I made for her, at an apartment I had access to and she gladly ate the steak, drank the wine and the after dinner brandy, all of which had bankrupted me for the rest of the month. Then she took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. Smiling, she took off her jeans and panties, lay down on her back with one leg to the side, patted her vulva and said, "Start here". Direct and to the point, I thought. Okay with me. I was single and as far as I knew, so was Trish.

I gave her my best and she responded with lots of encouraging sounds. I wanted her to think I knew what I was doing, to think that her acceptance of me would be good for both of us and I was very much anticipating a night of sexual joy. She was very wet, was moving in all the right ways and moaned erotically as I put a finger in her vagina and teased a bit before adding a second finger and going to work on her spot. I had always tried to make a girl feel very good about being with me for the first time and I wanted Trish to be feeling no different. She was attractive, intelligent, athletic and very much girlfriend material. I was feeling very good about life. Giving Trish pleasure was in itself a real pleasure. From head to toe, she was attractive, but where I was at the moment, she was so incredibly beautiful. Her vulva was that of a Greek Goddess, shaved and silky smooth. Her clitoris was swelling with my oral attention and she was wet with the sweetest, slipperiest vaginal fluid I had ever been privileged to experience. She was moaning, holding my head to herself, running fingers through my hair and seemed well on her way to what I hoped was going to be the first of about a dozen climaxes. 

Her moaning got louder, she started to tense, gasp, and then she came from the oral attention. I continued to massage her spot and she started to move and squeeze on my fingers, moaning even louder, her hips moving in that unmistakable way that foretold a really good one. I felt her vaginal muscles quivering as her whole body went rigid, she let out a few dirty words and came with a Big O, a really, really Big O. I listened to her gasps of ecstasy and felt very happy for her and myself both. . She lay there, and as her orgasm subsided and I gently kissed her up and down her thighs, then moving up to kiss her delicious femininity. 

She put her hand over her vulva as if to protect herself, and said "I'm done. Step out while I get dressed. Then you can take me back to my dorm". I was stunned. What the fuck was this about? She sat up, looking at the puzzlement on my face and simply said "You heard me. Out". My father had taught me that men never hit women, even if they deserve it. My mother had taught me that men never abuse women in any way. Even so, it was all I could do to get up and walk away, my swollen penis so obvious under my jeans. Trish made a point of looking at it and smiled in a childlike innocent way. My face burning, I left the room.

I sat in the living room, thinking about what had happened. I hadn't been cock teased since junior high and I liked it less now than ever. What the fuck was she doing this for? I tried to think of something I had done to offend her. Nothing came to mind. I was completely confused, angry, fighting to remain composed and wondering what the hell to do next. Trish walked in and stood at the front door. "Well?" was all she said. 

"Sit down, we have to talk. Tell me what that was all about." 

"As if you don't know." 

"I don't. I honestly don't. What the fuck have I done to deserve this?" I seldom used profanity. At least out loud. At least in front of women.

"Oh, you are so sweet, so innocent, and such a jerk. Take me home." The anger swelled to rage. I fought back the urge to get up and smack her, to strangle her. 

"Trish, I don't know. What is going on?" And then she said it. The one phrase guaranteed to infuriate. 

"Well, if you don't know, I'm not going to tell you." 

"For God's sake Trish, you're not a child. Talk to me!" 

"Take me home."

I sat for a few seconds, and accepted that Trish was playing me like a violin. I made up my mind to not go along with it and got up. "Okay, back we go. Just shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear another word." It was a mistake, and I instantly knew it. Shit. 

Trish was good. She waited until we were in my car, driving back before she said "So, how long before you admit you know what this was about?" her voice pure sincerity. I gritted my teeth, refusing to talk, refusing even to look at her. She added, "You really are a gem, a source of wonder, so full of yourself." Trish was very much enjoying this.

She kept up a sarcastic and condescending banter all the way back to her dorm, trying to get me to talk while I steadfastly refused. I knew she took that to be part of her victory and I hated myself for it. Every few minutes I simply said "Shut up Trish, just shut the fuck up." As if that was going to work.

I pulled up in front of her dorm and stared straight ahead, silent. I knew she would get in a last dig. "Thank you for a very enjoyable evening, and have a good night." She sauntered away, exaggerating the swing of her hips. Yes, I looked. Shit.

Humiliated, furious and deep into the worst case of blue balls of my life, I drove to my dorm, parked and sat. It would be impossible to sleep without a release, and I thought about how best to do that. The usual, I thought. Have a shower and get it over with, letting the evidence of my humiliation and frustration go down the drain. Trish probably knew all about blue balls. And she knew what I would have to do. More for her to gloat about. Shit. 

In the shower, as I masturbated, I let myself think about giving it to Trish up her ass, raping the bitch, hearing her scream as I let all of my anger go into her ass. As I came, I felt even more humiliated. Why did I have to be doing this? What the hell was Trish going on about? What did she think I knew?

Days passed. I saw her about campus several times, and kept my eyes averted. She knew I was trying to pretend not to see her and I knew that only made her feel even more victorious. The cock teasing bitch was on top and there was nothing I could do. I thought about mouthing off to the boys about her behaviour but didn't. Old lessons from my parents, what happens in private, stays private, with no exceptions. As much as I wanted to give her some misery, I couldn't. Shit.

After a few more days, I couldn't stand it any more and asked Trish to talk to me. We were out on the grounds, people walking by, and I wanted to go somewhere private. Naturally she refused. "Trish, please, I need to know why things went wrong." 

"Things went fine. I really enjoyed it. Didn't you?" Instant crimson, instant hate, instant humiliation, again. Shit. I walked away as she laughed. "Good try, little boy. Not so big any more, are you?"

Trish and I had no mutual friends so I got no help there. No one seemed to know anything, or at least they weren't letting on. I was careful to pay attention to all the chatter and banter amongst the students, but heard nothing to help me figure this out. I decided to give up and just accept that Trish was nothing but a bitch, who for reasons of her own wanted to be a bitch. Oh well, what goes around, comes around. She would get hers someday. Or that's what I hoped.

Several weeks passed and I was starting to look around for a girlfriend. I was worried that some awful rumour was circulating about me, but nothing was mentioned by anyone. Get back in the saddle, was my advise to myself, and I went about it. I was thinking that a very pretty but somewhat shy and reserved student in one of my classes had been checking me out. Time to find out and I made plans to ask her out for pizza and a movie. Not the most spectacular first date, but with her, I thought it best to go slow. Besides, I was broke. I had some gifts. Money wasn't one of them. 

Then Mandy, a girl I had known since first year, but only as an acquaintance, approached me with a very odd question. "Ken, what the hell happened at that party over at Jefferson House last month? Trish Simpson says you made a total ass of yourself, that you took advantage of some freshman girl who was totally wasted. She said you took her into a bedroom and fucked her silly when she didn't even know what planet she was on. That doesn't sound like you. What is she talking about?"

An epiphany. It all became so clear. Trish had been punishing me, but she had it all wrong. She wasn't at the party. She didn't know what really happened. Some very drunk eighteen year old was putting on a show, dirty dancing, flashing and practically masturbating on the dance floor. I was chatting with a couple of lady friends, as we watched the performance, when the over sexed and very drunk girl came up to me and started to drag me to the nearest bedroom. I was not willing to do anything with her, my parent's rules still very real in my memory. I let her get me into the room, but inside, I would set her straight. She shut the door and started taking off her jeans. "Fuck me. Fuck me right now. Do it" I was surprised she could still get the words out. 

"Good Lord girl, you are far too drunk to be making this kind of decision. There's the bed, sleep it off." And I walked out. I wasn't in there for more than a few seconds. One of my friends said something about 'Wham, bam, thank you mam.' The other made a joke about a new world's record for premature ejaculation, which I actually thought was quite funny. 

"She's way to drunk to be here. If my dad ever heard that I boinked a drunken teenager, he would come after me with a whip. And mom would give me one of her 'I'm very disappointed looks'."I chuckled, trying to make a joke out of it. But I was serious. My parents had done their best to raise me to be a decent guy. Disappointing my own mother would cut me like a knife. We chatted a bit more and just before I left, I peeked into the bedroom. The girl was passed out and very much alone.

"Trish Simpson told you that? No freaking way did I do that. She is so wrong." I told Mandy what really happened and she said that Trish had told her exact opposite, but that she really didn't think I would take advantage of a girl that way. 

"Besides" she said," there were several people standing there who know the truth. I wonder how Trish got it so wrong." 

How I wanted to tell Mandy about Trish's judgement and sexual execution of me, but I managed to pretend to laugh it off. "Tell her the truth for me, and Mandy, please don't mention this to anyone. The poor girl is going to feel bad enough as it is." I didn't let on that I meant that as a promise.

So here we were in my dorm room, Trish, devastated at her behaviour and knowing that she had been lied to by a girl she thought was her friend. She was emotionally a wreck. Having heard the truth from Mandy, she went straight to her supposed friend and asked why she had lied. "Because last year, at a party, you moved in on the guy I wanted, and he ignored me for the rest of the night and took you home instead of me." 

"You filthy bitch! You fucking, fucking bitch!" was all Trish could sputter as she understood the one time friend's intentions. Revenge. Envy and revenge. 

"Just between the two of us, I think you were the only one that did any fucking that night. But I must say, I'm surprised you didn't go around bad mouthing Ken. You're such a bitch yourself, asshole! Now get out of my room!"

Trish had waited two days to finally talk to me. I spent those days wondering how she was going to handle it, if she was going to do something about it at all and generally thinking about the possibilities. Parents be damned, this girl's ass was grass. All of the anger, the humiliation and the frustration simmered inside and I thought about what, if anything, I could do to make her as miserable as she had made me. Revenge was new to me. I had never really needed it. So far, my personal life at university had gone well. The few times I had been teased back in high school, I really didn't care about. But this was different. Senior university women are not supposed to be adolescent girls. I felt a darkness inside my soul that I had never felt before. My mother would not approve of the thoughts I was having. But she was far away and so were my civilized thought patterns. All I wanted to do was make Trish hurt, in every way I could make her hurt. And here she was, down on her knees, begging forgiveness. 

As a senior, I had a dorm room to myself. Trish had finally come to my dorm and knocked on my door. I was actually a little surprised to see her. I thought she would have chosen a safer, more public place to talk it out. But here she was. I had let her in, closed the door and just stood there radiating anger. She was actually wringing her own hands, at first unable to look me in the eyes, unable to get the words out. Then, "I'm sorry," and she started to cry. I let her cry, not moving, not saying a word, offering no sign of anything resembling the warmth I had felt for her before she said " I'm done." I wanted her to think I was cold and I was cold. I wanted to see her squirm, to crawl, to feel the very contempt that she had expressed for me. And then some. 

Trish actually got down on her knees, as if she was begging for her life. She started to talk and the words poured out, in between sobs. She told me that she had always had a crush on me, that she thought I was so wonderful, a big man on campus, star of the hockey team, honours student, a gorgeous hunk and so on. I was a little taken aback. Yes I was some of those things, but "big man on campus"? I didn't think that way. I just went about trying to get good grades and do well on the ice for the school that had given me a full scholarship and my only opportunity to get an education. My parents would never have been able to send me to a big university. They had scrimped just to keep me in hockey gear. I felt a tinge of guilt at the thoughts I had been having about Trish, then the coldness, the darkness returned. Damn it, I had always tried to live up to my parent's expectations and look what that had gotten me. I had turned down an easy teen score and Trish had, in her own special way, made me pay for doing the right thing. She had been lied to, but she hadn't the consideration to actually check out the story. She just made up her mind to hurt me. Bitch.

Trish kept talking, almost as if her life depended on it. How she always wanted me but was afraid to ask. How she thought I was such a great guy compared to the usual jocks on campus, who collected panties on a weekly basis. And how shattered she was when she heard the story of my treatment of a naïve, drunken teenager. How much she felt like I had been living a lie and needed to be brought down. 

All I let myself hear was "brought down". I let the anger rise, feeling a sense of power I had never felt before. "Shut up. Not another word. Shut the fuck up and listen. And don't get up." Mother would be aghast. Mother would never know. "All you had to do was check out the story, that bullshit story. Or you could have talked to me. Would that have been so difficult? After I dropped you off that night and came back here, what the fuck do you think I did, just so I could fall asleep? You miserable cock teasing bitch. You know what I had to do, don't you? Don't you!"

Trish never raised her head, just nodded yes. She still couldn't look me in the eyes. I felt she owed me, owed me big time and I did something I had never done before. Standing in front of her, with her down on her knees, I opened my zipper and moving aside my shorts, I pulled out my already thickening penis. All I said was "You can leave whenever you want." Somehow I was certain she wasn't going to leave. 

"I'll do anything you want. Anything. I want to make it up to you." 

"Fuck you. All you want to do is buy my silence." I hadn't said anything to anybody about Trish's tease. She knew that. If I had, the entire campus would be buzzing. I was sure that Trish really wanted to make it up to me. I was also certain she didn't want her tease to be public information. I felt a sense of control, a sense of power I had never felt before. Trish's ass was not only grass, it was mine. She took me into her mouth.

I had never forced a woman into giving me sex, especially using emotion blackmail as a weapon. I was thrilled at how easy it was, how good it felt. I stood and let her give me the oral sex, trying to think of ways to prolong the pleasure. I didn't want Trish to make me come quickly. I wanted her to have to work at it.

"Jesus, woman, is that the best you can do? I was getting better blow jobs in elementary school." Certainly not true, but it felt so good to humiliate the one who had so painfully humiliated me. Trish was actually putting her heart into it. She was good I thought, but not great. Lack of practice was my scornful and out of character opinion. What was happening to me? I had never thought this way before.

With my power rush coursing through my head and my penis in Trish's mouth, there was no way I wasn't going to come. Did she swallow? Did I care? I used to care. "Make sure you take it all. Not a drop goes anywhere but down your miserable throat."

I had never even considered talking to a girl that way before. At least until Trish. It was like the world's most powerful aphrodisiac. I felt the start of an incredible orgasm, the kind I occasionally got with wet dreams. The kind that go on and on. The sense of rising pressure in my groin going up to my head, and the feeling that I was melting and flowing out of my own penis. The climax was harder and longer than any other I had experienced. I gritted my teeth, trying not to make the noises that confirmed sex in these thin walled dorm rooms. Damn but it was good! 

Trish almost choked. Not a swallower. Too fucking bad. I held her head, not letting her pull away, forcing her to swallow or choke. She swallowed. And then again as I poured into her mouth. God, it felt good to do that to her. It was again, something I had never done to a woman. Not until Trish. I held her tight to me and felt her swallow one more time. Damn, that was the biggest load I had ever delivered. The dark thoughts kept coming. This wasn't sex. This was domination. She had her chance to make love, share sex or whatever the hell she wanted. That was then. This was now, an I was ecstatic. What could I do now? I felt certain that if I told her to stand up, drop her panties and bend over, she would. But to hell with giving her the satisfaction of having my penis in her vagina, stroking her to orgasm. In her ass, maybe. I almost cringed at my attitude. Where was this coming from? This was no longer my fantasy revenge. This was real. I was abusing Trish and I felt wonderful. 

I stood there, with my penis in her mouth, looking down on her as she in turn looked down at the floor. She was still making a few sucking motions, almost as if she didn't want to stop. I pulled out and tucked my wet penis back into my jeans.


Head Games at School Ch. 01



"Leave and don't say a word to anyone or I will ruin you. If I want you again, I'll let you know." She did what she was told. I watched her walk away, this time without any trace of a saunter. I could hardly believe what had just happened. My sense of guilt was easy overwhelmed by the feeling of power.

That evening, in the shower I masturbated with relish, thinking about how Trish had got hers. What else could I get away with? The fantasies were delicious. I was slightly uneasy with the new sense of sexual power I was feeling. I knew I could force myself to get over the unease. I wasn't about to start collecting panties, but I was determined to run with Trish as long as I could. I was only surprised at how quickly I was becoming the kind of guy Trish's mother probably warned her about.

The next few days, I didn't see Trish. I wasn't surprised. She was likely making every effort to avoid me. No problem. It wasn't as if she could hide. I went about my days feeling like a new man. I was on top, and Trish knew it. Damn!!

That Friday night, our next home hockey game was awesome. We were playing one of the top teams in our division, one that we always struggled to keep up to. I felt an energy I hadn't felt for a long time. It was like Stanley Cup Finals and I went for it. I skated as hard and fast as I could, handing out bruising body checks, pouncing on loose pucks, scored twice and set up the winning goal. My coach was very happy with my performance. "What have you been having for breakfast? Pass it around. All the guys could use some." That would be something. Letting all the guys have a piece of Trish's mouth and every thing else. No, I'll just keep her for myself, I thought. I gave a short mental pause. What was I thinking? Where was this coming from? Did I really hate the girl that much? I wasn't sure, but I was sure I wanted to abuse her some more. I wondered if I could.

After getting out of the dressing room, I was walking along with a few of the other players and there she was. Trish was waiting for me. I walked by as if I had never seen her before. It was all I could do not to check out her reaction to the slight, but I managed it. To myself, I thought," I'll let you know, bitch!" Damn, but this was some fun. Then I winced. I was twenty-one but I still worried about what my mother would think.

Strange how things can come together. Out in the plaza in front of the arena was that shy and reserved girl I was thinking of asking out. Kris, was her name. I didn't think she was a hockey fan. She was talking to a girl I didn't recognize. Go for it. I walked up and said "Hi, Kris. Did you catch the game?" 

"Yes, and were you ever good. You won that game for us. This is my cousin Stephanie. She wanted to see the game." 

"Hi Stephanie, so are you a hockey fan?" 

"I am now," she gushed, and gave me what I was sure was an 'I'm available' smile. 

My, the possibilities I thought. It was out of character again, but I didn't give a damn. I asked, "You two up for a beer? There's a pub not too far from here and I need to rehydrate. You both have ID? 

"I do," said Stephanie, but Kris looked apprehensive. "Oh come on," said her cousin. "You can be such a stick in the mud!" 

"Okay," said Kris, " but just for a while." 

Kris really was reserved. Probably one of those religious types, I thought. With my new found attitude, that just made it more fun. Virgin? Possibly, but the thought of popping her cherry was the type of challenge I had never really thought about before. What was happening to me? One way to find out. 

We went over to the pub in my car, Stephanie in the front. We had no problem with the doorman who knew me, and sat down at a booth. Over a few pints, we chatted and I carefully appraised Kris. She was actually a remarkably attractive girl who appeared to be taking pains to hide the fact. Very conservative clothes, loose, buttoned up blouse, shapeless pants and no makeup whatsoever. Her hair was simply back in a ponytail. Not a single piece of jewellery was visible, and she was very, very quiet, only answering questions with a few words. She looked very much out of her element. Stephanie was the opposite. Not all that attractive but dressed in tight jeans, a top that exposed much of her abdomen, and hugged her breasts which looked enhanced by either surgery or the world's best push up bra. She was talkative, flirtashish and was letting me know she was available. Her red hair was styled and she had on some make up, a touch over done. Several times I saw Kris roll her eyes when Stephanie made yet another overly sexual comment. Usually I avoided girls like Stephanie, but tonight I just enjoyed her posturing. Besides, I had an idea that if, in front of Kris, I rejected her obvious attempts to hook up, I might gain a little advantage with Kris herself. Giving up an opportunity to score with the one, in order to have the opportunity to try with the other seemed like a good idea. I had never thought this way. Yet it seemed to come to me as naturally as making a pass in a hockey game. Something was definitely different since that blow job from Trish. 

Kris was slowly sipping her first beer as if she didn't like the stuff. Stephanie acted like she had had several before the game. She was sitting very close and I felt her hand graze my thigh a few times, under the table. She was telling a story about one of her sexual conquests, which Kris was trying to ignore when she let her hand go for my package. She might as well have said out loud, "Fuck me. Fuck me right now. Do it!" Kris must have seen the look on my face, and she certainly saw the gleam in Stephanie's eyes. She was intelligent enough to figure out what had just happened. Her face blushed and she looked down at her glass, not sure what to do. Rescue time. 

"Well ladies, I play again tomorrow and curfew is in half an hour. Coach gets upset if the team is out late on the night before a game. Stephanie, I'll drop you off first. "I didn't look at Stephanie but I could feel her eyes burning into me. I did glance at Kris and saw a trace of a smirk. 

"Stephanie has to go home tomorrow, but I think I'll come and watch the game." 

Stephanie almost turned as red as her hair. I avoided any eye contact and politely escorted Kris to the door and into the front seat. Driving back to the campus, Kris was much more talkative, friendly, and in a much better mood. Stephanie just seethed. Awesome. I dropped Stephanie off at the arena where she had left her car. "Bye Stephanie," I said in a tone of pure innocence. She got out without a word and slammed the door. As I drove Kris to her dorm, we chatted as if Stephanie didn't exist. I got out to walk her to the door. As she opened it, she turned, gave me a quick kiss on my cheek and whispered "Thank you," then walked in and started up the stairs. I waited for it. Yes! She turned, blew me a kiss and smiled. This was going very well indeed.

The next day, I made myself scarce, hiding in the library and hitting the books. If Trish was looking for me, she didn't find me. Kris did. I was deep in thought, about History, not women, when I felt a slight touch on my shoulder. I actually jumped a bit.

"I'm sorry, " said Kris. "I didn't mean to startle you." 

"No problem, I was lost in the Revolutionary War. Big exam on Monday. How are you?" Kris was a little different. She had on a trace of make up, her hair was done up a bit and she was wearing what was probably her only form fitting sweater. I had a hard time not staring at her form. That girl had the body of an angel. Slim but not too slim, smallish and well rounded breasts that showed a trace of nipple erection. She couldn't be faking that, I thought. Usually I might try to ignore erect nipples, but this time they were my centre of attention, at least without staring too obviously. I was sure that Kris hadn't found me by accident.

"Did Stephanie get away okay?" I asked. 

Kris almost giggled. "Did she re ally do what I thought she did?" she asked. 

"Oh yes, she did just that. Are you two really related?"

Kris did giggle this time. "Only by accident of family. Otherwise I think she was left by a wandering gypsy." 

"After the game tonight, do you want to go out for a bite to eat? I know a great Italian place that serves the world's best pizza." 

Kris looked uncertain. "Are you sure? Don't you have a girlfriend?" 

"No, actually, I don't." What I didn't say was that the last month I had been brooding about Trish and had decided that Kris herself was my way of dealing with that. "Do you have a boyfriend?" 

Kris blushed just a bit and said, "No. Boys really don't pay a lot of attention to me. That's why I was so happy last night when you turned Stephanie down. Most guys would have left me there and walked out with my cousin. It's happened before. She seems to like rubbing it in that way."

I understood. "What do you mean by that?" A very little fib, but even so, mother would not approve. Dad might. 

"She likes to flaunt herself, turning on the guys, and giving me a skanky look as she leaves with one of them. She seems to think she is God's gift to guys. As far as I know, she's never kept a boyfriend for more than a month. Usually, it's only for the night. I really don't like her at all. If she wasn't my cousin, I wouldn't have anything to do with her. My mom likes me to spend some time with her. She thinks I might slow her down. So far, it's not happening." 

"Enough of her. She is a woman that my mom would call a trollop. Let's not ever mention her again." Kris smiled. I was beginning to think she really liked me. Of course, the erect nipples had something to do with that. "After the game, meet me where you were last night. Unless I break a leg, I'll be there."

That night, during warm up, I saw Trish. She was sitting right behind the Home bench. Our eyes met and she seemed to be pleading with me to let her into my life. Not tonight was all I thought. I was determined to ignore her for the entire game. I did look around the arena, trying to spot Kris. It took a few minutes, but she was there, high up in the stands, sitting by herself. Showtime.

The other team was last night's opponent, here for a double header. Having been stung, they were likely to be out for blood. They were. By the start of the third period, with no score, we were hurting. Several players had been injured, and we were down to a very short bench. I was hurting as well. I had been slashed across my calf, where there was no padding and skating was painful. The other team knew they had to slow me down and they were trying hard to do just that. The referee was letting a lot of cheap stuff go and it was really taking a toll. Coming out of the dressing room for the third period I was limping. Coach noticed and said, "Sit it out if you want. Next week, we have to be fit. Don't lose it now." 

"Bloody hell, I will. These guys are going down. Too bloody right!" My mom was Australian. She didn't understand hockey but she understood what a good fight was all about. 

Coach just grinned and said, "Okay, too bloody right!" I don't think he really knew what he was saying. I stepped out onto the ice. Kris had moved down to be nearer the ice. I looked at her and she motioned to her own calf. She knew I was hurting. She looked genuinely concerned. I gave her my best ' I'll be alright' smile. I hoped that Trish could see the exchange between us. The ref blew the whistle. Face off.

It was brutal. We were going at each other like life itself was on the line. I had never been hit so hard, so often and I gave it back as best I could. Both goalies were superb. Impossible to stop shots were going nowhere. I couldn't buy a goal. The crowd was as loud, excited and encouraging as I have ever experienced. My left calf was burning but I was not going to slow down. Kris was watching and for some reason, I wanted to impress her more than I wanted to win the game. 

With only three minutes left, things looked bad. A stupid penalty call and we were down a skater. They smelled blood. I was always on the first penalty kill shift and as I skated out for the face off, I could feel me left leg cramping. The opposing centre, the guy who had slashed me, just grinned and said, "Give it up, Gimp. You can't skate. You shouldn't even be out here."

"Fuck you" I muttered. Too bloody right! The puck dropped. I ignored it and stepped into the other guy with all my considerable strength, pushing him out of the way. My right wing came in and one timed a shot at the top shelf, right side. Shit! It hit the post and came out, right to the D man. He flicked it up the ice and their centre picked it up and was away. Breakaway. Not on my watch. I skated after him, ignoring my screaming left calf and poured it on. I caught him on his left side just as he crossed our blue line. He was winding up. I knew he was going to fake a slap shot from out there and I waited for him to go to his left. I was definitely going to ruin his night. He went left and I hit him, shoulder down, bringing my weight under him and lifting. He lost his footing and went down like a sack of potatoes. The crowd roared their approval. I tapped the puck to my goalie, who held it on his stick as I went behind the net, gathering speed. He passed it out, onto my stick and I was off. Holy shit, they were in the middle of a really bad line change. Awesome. I passed it up to my left wing and took off for their net. I was flying. I got the return pass and they were scrambling to get back in position. It wasn't going to happen. I was already past them, going faster forwards than anyone can skate backwards. Nothing fancy. From the slot I just wrist shot for the five hole. Goal. Damn, this was fun.

A few minutes later it was over. One nothing and as we lined up to shake hands, I saw the centre that I had dumped. I grinned as we touched gloves. "Fuck you" I said and skated off the ice. I saw Kris. She was beaming. Trish I ignored. Hot Damn! This was really was fun! Trish wasn't waiting for me after the game. Kris was.

At the Italian place, Kris was a whole different woman. She seemed to be enjoying her glass of wine, she was relaxed and was happy to be there. The pizza was delicious and I was really hungry. Kris had one slice. I had the rest. It was so different from the night before. We talked about things, openly, as if we were old friends. We were like lovers who were comfortable in each other. It really was magic. Kris was not coming on to me. She didn't have to. We both seemed to know what would happen. We wanted each other. We didn't need to say it. Like two people who knew the future, we were only waiting for the moment. Until then, talk, sip the wine, eat the food and be happy. 

I still had access to that apartment. It belonged to an alumni of the university, a past hockey team member who liked the way I played and let me have a key. He was single, away on business often and was away right now. I said to Kris, "I have a place we can go that is private. I would be honoured if you would give me the pleasure of your company." She was genuinely touched at the way I propositioned her. I didn't think she was used to it. I didn't think she got many offers. This one, she accepted. It was heaven. 

If she wasn't a virgin, she certainly acted like one. She knew what she wanted. She didn't seem to know much about getting it, so I helped her to get it. As I entered her vagina with my extremely full erection, I was sure I felt a slight give. My imagination? Wishful thinking? She made a slight gasping sound. I wasn't totally sure what it meant. We made love for hours. It truly was heaven. Kris was quietly sensual, allowing me to move in her, with her and following my touch, get into whatever positions I chose. Her voice was soft and sweet as she murmured in her pleasure, never getting loud or profane. After what seemed like a lifetime of sexual ecstasy we fell asleep in each others arms. 

I awoke in the deep of night to find Kris straddling me, my full erection deep in her as she slowly rocked back and forth, rubbing her clitoris on my pubic bone. By the pale light of the street coming through the window blind I could see her face. Her eyes were closed and she had an expression of nirvana, complete happiness and fulfillment. Her breathing was deep and steady. A feint sheen of sweat glistened on her skin and I felt her pelvic muscles start to tighten on me rhythmically. She moved slightly quicker, and then just held her clitoris hard against me as she tightened and tightened. Her breathing stopped and she lowered her head as if concentrating her way to climax. With a few hard pushes against me she came. Her pelvic muscles rippled around my oak rod erection and she gasped out, "Yes...yes...yes," pushing her clitoris to me with each word.

Giving out a long sigh, she collapsed onto me, her breasts wet and hard. I held her tight as she took deep relaxing breaths, slowing coming down from her orgasm. I ran fingers through her hair and thanked whatever gods had sent her my way. For a minute we lay there, two joined as one. When her breathing had slowed to a steady pace I found myself moving in her, just rocking my hips. My penis was gliding in her vagina, moistened by her wetness, like a frictionless piston.

Kris just lay still. "Ummm..." she murmured and resettled on me, giving me a bit more room to move in her. All I wanted was to glide in her precious vagina forever. Slow, deep penetrations and near full withdrawals went on and on. I slipped out and she rose up a little and her hand was there to guide me back in. She stayed up and moved forward slightly, inviting me to pick it up and start fucking her in earnest. I adjusted my position and started to do just that.

Maybe I wasn't completely awake. I seemed to be able to move faster and harder without any sense of an impending climax. My hips were smacking against her ass, making that unmistakable sound of sex. Kris arched her pelvis back as if she was guiding my penis to her G spot. She was making feint sounds of encouragement. I pushed her up, getting her to her knees to sit straight and let me fuck her spot effortlessly. 

'God, you look beautiful,' I thought. Even in the dim light I could see my penis fucking her, my pelvis going like a machine. Her thighs were glistening and a few drops of sweat fell from her breasts. Her nipples were puffed up like an adolescent girl's. She had one hand to a breast and the other to her vulva, massaging both, stopping and then starting again. I felt like a porn star, amazed at my staying power. Kris was now moaning and I could tell she was close.

"Ohhh...ohhh...god yes...god yes...please don't stop...please don't stop..." The words were so special coming from her. Her moaning increased in pitch and in volume. Her pelvis started to move, slowly going in circles. Then she started to talk. "Oh my god...fuck yes...fuck yes..." It was the first time she had gotten potty mouthed and I loved it. "Fuck me Ken...fuck me...oh god, I'm going to come...oh shit...oh shit...fuck me...fuck me..." Her face was now set in a mask of sexual tension. She opened her eyes and looked at me, her expression pleading for me to get her to the top and over. I did my best, my penis going fast, deep and hard to the point I was afraid of hurting her. Kris started to groan and I could feel her clamping down on me like she never wanted my penis to leave her vagina. Then she started to scream. And scream...and scream...

Her whole body convulsed as she was engulfed in the Big One. I held still, letting her come and then went at her vagina again. Her face went into a grimace as if she was in agony but she took it. I was fucking her like I had paid for her. I was lost in my lust, her lust and the desire to fuck her silly. I was vaguely aware that she was taking it like she was being paid like a pro. She was gasping in short breaths, her body tense against my sexual assault on her. Then she was coming again. All I wanted to do was give her a third. 




Head Games at School Ch. 01



When her convulsions slowed I gave her my very best. I had never managed to pull off a triple and somehow I knew that this was the time. Kris just groaned again and held still as I went caveman on her vagina. With my hips pounding against her ass she held her position, letting my penis fuck her G. "Fuck...fuck...fuck..." she gasped and then went quiet as it built and built. For whatever reason I was still not close to coming and I was elated. Triple O was about to happen. This time Kris didn't scream. She howled.

I had never heard the sound before. It was primal, ancient, seeming to come from deep in her soul. She let out every bit of air in her chest with a long cry of sexual power. Then she dragged in another lungful of air and did it again. I felt her vagina rippling against my penis and the sensation seemed to be my rightful reward. I looked at her as she looked at me. The expression on her face was both shock and profound ecstasy. She stayed there, letting the climax wash up and down her body, then slowly moved down, letting her sweat moistened body melt into mine. As she lay there breathing heavily, her head on my chest, she felt like she was now mine forever. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her body into mine. It was several minutes before I realized my erection was still unfulfilled. 

Kris lay on me, silent and calm. I was not sure if she was still awake until she squeezed down on my penis. "God, you're amazing," she murmured and slowly got up. She gave me an evil smile and got onto her hands and knees then lowered her breasts to the bed. Her luscious ass was mine and she didn't have any trouble letting me know. I settled in behind her and rubbed my penis against her wet and swollen labia. It felt like she was coating me with the finest of sex oil. She arched her back, giving me the classic 'ass in the air' position. I took it.

I toyed with her for a few minutes, entering her slow and deep, then fully withdrawing. Penetrating her vagina again and again was heaven itself. It was as soft as melted butter and just as wet. Kris murmured her acceptance and settled deeper against the bed. "That feels so, so good," she sighed. "I have never...felt like this before...God, you fill me..."

In the dim light I watched as I slowly and gently fucked the vision of sex in front of me. Her ass was like two found full melons, ripe and delicious. Her legs were perfect and her arched back was glistening. 

"Kris," I started, "I don't know if anyone has ever told you this, but...every bit of you is perfect. You are so tight around me...like a wet velvet glove." She gave a low moan of approval and squeezed down a bit. "Where have you been all of my life?" I asked.

She was silent for a moment before answering. "Waiting for you."

I don't know how long I lasted. I was happy to just go on slowly fucking Kris all night. She seemed happy to be fucked slowly for the rest of the night. Every now and then I withdrew and just gazed at her in the soft light, then put my penis to her vagina and eased in like she was full of sex lube. Ever so slowly I worked up some more speed. I knew that I didn't have to go fast and didn't want to. Kris had her head to the side, resting on the bed and I could just make out her closed eyes and her look of bliss. She was breathing slowly, deep and steady, as if asleep. She looked so content, her ass in the air and my penis working in her vagina. I could feel the slow build up to orgasm. I slowed down, luxuriating in the feel of her velvet vagina around me. The climax seemed to build from deep inside, somewhere that I hadn't known existed. I stroked in Kris even slower but thrusting deep and holding tight to her for a second before thrusting again and again. The pressure kept building and I heard a rushing inside my head. I felt like I was falling, falling and the pressure almost overwhelmed me. 

Kris must have been clamping down on my throbbing penis as it felt like I couldn't quite come. Then I heard myself groaning and then gasping as I bucked into her, trying to run her through with my sex sword. The climax seemed to come from everywhere. I was howling, just like Kris had. I felt hot cum spraying out in spurts. With each one I heaved into Kris who took all I could give. It felt like my very bones were melting and flowing into her. It was so forceful it hurt. God, did it hurt good. I felt the last involuntary spasms and I was spent. My legs turned to rubber and I fell to her side, heaving air in and out of my lungs like I had just sprinted a mile. I rolled onto my back and looked at her as she cuddled up close, her head on my chest and one knee over my hips. I cradled her head in my arm and ran the other hand over her hip and her perfectly curved ass. I felt myself drifting off and didn't fight it.

I woke to see the bright light of day against the window blind and felt my morning erection being gently washed with a warm, damp facecloth. Kris looked at me and whispered, "Good morning," then took me into her mouth. If it was the first time she had given a guy oral sex, she seemed to be born to it. I just lay back and enjoyed. With my eyes closed and my body relaxed, I again thanked the gods for Kris. She was doing nothing spectacular, just steady even sucking on my fully erect head. She kept that going for several minutes before she gripped the base of my penis and started to rhythmically squeeze and move her hand up and down. I remembered the incredible visual and tactile pleasure of stroking in her from behind and the mental image soon had me close. Kris seemed to sense it and slowed her rate, while increasing the pressure of both her hand and her mouth. I tried to remain silent but couldn't. 

"Kris...Kris...Kris," I called out and I came. God love her; she let me come in her mouth. As I spurted cum, she gagged just a bit and then soldiered on. I felt her swallow once and then again. I felt her give a slight heave as if she was fighting the urge to choke. Then she took a deep breath and swallowed once more. She stayed there, my penis still in her mouth and seemed to settle. Lifting her head, she looked at me apprehensively. "I've...never done this before...I hope I did it..." and she trailed off.

I reached down and pulled her onto me, taking her mouth to mine and kissing her passionately. If she was okay with my semen in her mouth, I was okay with kissing it. "You were perfect," I said, meaning it. 

When we got out of bed, I saw a trace of blood on the sheets. Kris saw me looking and just smiled at me and kissed me fully and passionately on my mouth, then put a nipple to my lips. She said nothing about her prior virginity or lack of same. Nonetheless, I felt certain she had given me the gift of her first time, and I loved her for it. After breakfast we showered together as if we had done it a hundred times and then she pulled me back to the bedroom. We didn't leave the apartment until it was dark. As I kissed her good night at her dorm door, she again whispered, "Thank you." " My pleasure," was all I could say. "Mine too," she replied and put my hand to her breast. Then she turned and walked into her dorm. 

The next morning, at breakfast in my dorm cafeteria, I was very hungry. Go figure. I had a double helping of everything. The lady at the serving table smiled and said, "Good to see you're keeping up your energy. Wouldn't want to see you fading away." Was she hitting on me? I was not sure, but everything seemed so different now. Did I have my choice of all the women around me? Even the cafeteria staff? My penis, so spent from yesterdays activities actually started to swell. Hot Damn. Life was good!

I sat by myself as I worked my way through enough calories to replenish what I had expended yesterday. Trish sat down beside me. I froze for just a second and then returned to my meal. She was not going to be ignored. "We need to talk." I had no idea she would show up at my dorm at breakfast. Everyone knew she was out of place this early in the morning. Shit! I felt like a hundred eyes were on me. There were probably more than that. 

I turned to her and said, in a quiet but firm voice, "I told you. If I wanted you again, I would let you know." It was the best I could do. 

"You do want me. Admit it. And who is that girl I saw you with, leaving the arena? The one you were paying so much attention to. Kris? She's a loser, probably a closet lesbian. Maybe not even in the closet." Trish was not keeping her voice down. If I could have hit her, without the whole cafeteria seeing it, I would have. Trish was going for my balls. In front of all those students I had lived beside for three and a half years, she was going for my masculinity. Shit! What to do now! I had played enough hockey to know that the best defence is a good offence. My voice was a barely disguised hiss.

"Shut the fuck up, you miserable bitch! If you want to have it out here and now, I will stand up and tell everyone about the only thing you're good at. And it isn't sucking cock!" My father would have backhanded me right there. Trish actually cringed. I had hit her in a very sensitive nerve. She was obviously a mental wreck but she still didn't want the world to know her misdeeds. I felt she would back off if I pressed my advantage. "If you want to be outed as the cock teasing queen of this campus, just say one more word! God help me, I will ruin you. Now just sit here and pretend you are lost or something. And don't you ever try this bullshit again. Do you understand?" Where was this coming from? How did I know just what to say?

Trish was defeated. She knew it and so did I. "Go get me some more coffee." She did. I relaxed, knowing that she wouldn't try to embarrass me again. I carefully glanced around the room. Thank God, but no one seemed to be interested in what had happened. No one seemed to have heard our exchange. I tried to act like this was just an ordinary start to the week. My appetite was gone but I finished off the food anyway. Trish sat beside me and pretended to be my long term friend. After I finished off my breakfast, I got up and said, in a quiet voice, " Okay, we will get together tonight. Call me after supper."

Trish actually looked like I was giving her the keys to the kingdom. I was beginning to think she was seriously bent. Totally, absolutely and completely bent. Of course, I had been having similar thoughts about myself. This whole new attitude was troubling. It was also so much more exhilarating than the old Ken, but it was still troubling. Trish would be back at the apartment tonight. This time, it would be different. Very, very different. I was having seriously evil thoughts.

That afternoon, in English Lit class, Kris was waiting for me. She was so beautiful. She must have spent more time in front of a mirror than she had ever done before in her life. The changes were both subtle and profound. She was a vision. Her whole face was radiant and she was dressed in a pair of fitted black slacks, a blouse that looked like it was designed for her breasts and Good God....high heels. Where did she get all that on a Sunday night? Or maybe she had taken the morning off and gone shopping. More than one guy in the class was staring in disbelief. All of the women certainly were. When Professor March walked in, even she paused. March Madness was well known as being a women who played for the other team. She really didn't try to hide it. I could have sworn she got wet at her first glance of Kris. Hot Damn! Then I remembered my promise to Trish. Shit. This was getting complicated.

The good Professor did her best to keep her attention on Emily Bronte. What she really did was keep her attention on Kris. Maybe Kris also played for the other team. Maybe she had already received extra help from Miss March. If she did, if she had, I couldn't have cared less. I knew the transformation was for me, not for anyone else. I didn't learn much about Bronte that class. I was too preoccupied watching Miss March trying to lecture when her mind was so obviously elsewhere. I too was besotted with Kris. Miss March and I had similar good taste. What was I thinking? What had Trish done to me? Before the class was over, I was fantasizing about Kris, myself and the good Professor in a threesome! And then it hit me. Trish. A foursome? I was definitely going over the edge. I was falling and I felt empowered by it. The decent guy I was raised to be was soon to be extinct. I only hoped that Kris would not be hurt. She was special. I said a silent prayer. Pleaser God, don't let me hurt Kris. Then I remembered. I was an atheist. I was already over the edge.

Kris walked with me after class. "My God, did you see what Professor March was doing? She was practically undressing me with her eyes. It was so embarrassing! I know she is gay, but I never thought she would look at me that way." 

"Kris, everyone was looking at you that way. You went from little Miss Plain to Miss America in one makeover. You must have known it would wake everyone up. God knows you woke me up. Almost as well as you woke me up yesterday." The memory of how she had done that would never go away.

Kris just smiled and said, "I have never really felt this way before. Have you?" I had to admit I hadn't. I didn't fall easily. Until now. Perhaps it was the only good side to my new outlook on life, women and sex. Perhaps it was to be my undoing. I honestly couldn't decide. I didn't want to, anyway. Kris said that as much as she wanted to see me tonight, she had to go out of town for the evening and meet with her grandmother who was visiting a relative nearby. Was she lying? I thought about what Trish had said. Did Kris really play for the other team? Did she have a female lover? Was it Miss March? I was so grateful that I didn't have to put off Trish, that I didn't want to think about what Kris had said. If she was lying, she did it well. Of course, I was not exactly being honest with her. This was threatening to get out of control. I gave Kris a quick kiss and said "We can get together tomorrow." I walked away feeling guilty as hell and was already thinking about how to take it out on Trish. This really was getting out of control.

I hadn't put my supper tray back on the counter when my cell phone went off. "It's me." Trish. I had the strange thought that I hadn't given her my cell number. Scary.

"Where are you? We are supposed to get together. I'm waiting." Trish was peaking in a deadpan voice, as if she was telling me about the weather. "I'll be over at your dorm in five minutes. I'll pick you up in my car." I had already decided to take her to the apartment. But I was not so certain what would happen when we got there. Trish was really getting to me.

She got in my car and gave me a quiet smile. "I saw you and Kris on Saturday night, after the game. I know you took her to the apartment. You didn't leave until Sunday night. I was watching. Are we going back there now?" I felt a chill that I would never forget. This bitch was stalking me! She was something right out of Fatal Attraction! I took a few slow, deep breathes and tried to think. I pulled away from the curb and drove. To the apartment. Yes, that was where Trish and I would have it out. In the mean time, we could discuss a few things.

After several minutes, I finally started to talk. Psychology was not one my strengths. But, old instincts can help. Go on the offensive. "Trish, I was with Kris. I was with her all that night and most of the next day. It was wonderful. How does that make you feel?" 

Trish was silent for a moment. " I really can't complain. I did treat you very badly. But it wasn't really my fault. You know that. Kris is just something you will get over. She's not the one for you. You'll see."

Something? Kris was someone, not something. Trish was really starting to scare me. She was talking as if Kris was a disposable doll. Was Kris going to be endangered by this bitch? What was I going to do to straighten this out? "I think Kris just may be the one for me. I trust her. I know I can't trust you. I wanted you to explain what was going on. You wouldn't. How can I ever trust you?" 

I thought Trish might get set of by that but instead she paused then said calmly, "That was just all a misunderstanding. We understand each other now. We can trust each other. You can keep fucking Kris if you want, just don't let her go to your head. I really think she is a lesbian. I've heard stories. If you want to fuck a lesbian, go ahead. It won't bother me. If she wants to be fucked by a guy, it might as well be you. Just don't get too used to it."

Good God! She was nuts. She was insane. She was passing off Kris like she was passing off a day old newspaper. She had heard stories. I knew all about that. She thought stories were the Word of God! What the fuck was I doing with her in my car? And Sweet Jesus, what the fuck was I going to do with her at the apartment? I was beginning to realize that this was not what I had hoped it would be. I had thought that I was back on top of her. Shit! She was trying to get back on top of me! Not on my watch. True bloody right! I pulled up in front of the apartment.

I was really quite settled inside myself. I had a pretty good idea of how I might take the sting out of Trish. I had never had to think this way, but I was a clever guy and I could think on my feet. Trish might be nuts, but I knew where her weakness lay. She was the one who was full of herself. She wanted the world to think she was perfect. She wasn't. And I was going to remind her. We entered the building and went up the stairs to the apartment. I unlocked the door and went in. Showtime.

Inside, I got out the previously opened bottle of brandy. I poured us both a glass and we sat in the front room. I took the bottle with me. Trish seemed at ease and I was happy to see that. I looked at her carefully and when I knew I had her attention, I tossed back the brandy in one go and swallowed. It didn't hurt a bit. 

"Trish, it's time for you to understand the situation. You fucked up and I am seriously pissed. You messed with my head and now you are messing with Kris. I don't give a shit about your misunderstanding. You are nothing but a fucked up bitch and if you cause me any more grief I will end you." I was talking like I meant it. I did mean it. I took a swig right from the bottle, then walked over to Trish. 

I grabbed her by her hair and half walked, half dragged her to the bedroom. Trish was wild eyed with fear. She was looking at me like a rabbit caught in the headlights. I felt that sense of power again. I knew that Trish was mine to dominate. She did try to talk, once. At the first sound from her lips, I slapped them, hard. God, what was I doing? I had never hit a woman. It felt awesome. It felt like power. It felt like sex, dark and very dangerous sex. I was far over the edge. Trish had taken me there. I looked at her with cold eyes and hissed, "You can leave whenever you want." She stayed. 

I pulled off her clothes, stripping her nude in the full light of the overhead lamp. I walked around her, as if inspecting a prize heifer. Trish was not only silent, she was standing with her eyes closed. I stood behind her and ran my hands over her breasts, and down to her vulva, not trying to be gentle in the slightest. I undressed myself and pushed her onto the bed. This wasn't me. It couldn't be me.

"On your stomach, bitch!" She immediately turned over and lay there. I gazed at her body. It was as I expected. Ripe and delicious. God, what was I about to do! How could I even be thinking what I was thinking? How could I go through with it? Who was this guy in my head? I pulled on her hips and she got up onto her knees. I pushed down on her back and she pressed her breasts to the bed. 

"Spread!" She did. I was certain it wasn't me in the room. I was certain it was. I was about to rape Trish. She was offered a chance to leave, but I knew it was really no chance at all. In her state, she wasn't going anywhere. I didn't even bother with a condom. I just roughly pushed some lube into her vagina and settling in behind her, I entered and raped Trish. My penis was as thick and hard as I had ever felt it to be. Maybe thicker, maybe harder, and I was lost in my efforts to rape this cock teasing, bent bitch. Sweet Jesus, it felt so good. 




Head Games at School Ch. 01



So this was rape. So this was lust with a dark side. I watched as my penis penetrated Trish again and again. Make it last. Make her feel it. Make her hurt. My penis was a weapon. I was hurting Trish with my weapon of hate. Fuck you, Trish! I wasn't sure if I was actually saying it. So I said it. "Fuck you, Trish. Fuck you and your games. Fuck you and your misunderstanding! Do you understand that?" I was trying to hurt her. Trying to injure her vagina. I wasn't sure if I was physically hurting her. I thought not. She had fucked before. Her vagina was not what I really wanted to fuck. I thought of that night, in the shower, after Trish had humiliated me and forced me to jack off in the shower. I thought of the delight I had felt, imagining giving it to Trish up her ass. Trish's ass was mine and it was right there. 

I had never had anal sex. I didn't think to worry if Trish had ever had it. All I knew was, you were supposed to use lots of lube and go slow. Fuck that noise! Trish was going to pay for her crimes. Trish was going to be raped in her ass. I felt like a God, a God of the old school, punishing mere humans for their transgressions. Trish was about to suffer. Trish was about to find out what rape is all about. Holy Mary, sweet mother of Jesus. Pray for us sinners. I put my penis to Trish's ass and pushed. No go. I pushed harder with no better result. Shit! 

"I can help you." 

What the fuck? What the God Damned fuck? Was she serious? "Let me help you. I can do that. Let me help you fuck my ass."

Unbelievable.! Totally unfucking believable! This girl was a whack job. Here I was, trying to rape her in the ass and she wants to help me? What planet was she from? What planet was I on? This was too much! I almost started to laugh. Then I did start to laugh. I couldn't help it. If I didn't laugh I would probably cry. I was trying to rape a girl in her ass and I actually thought it was a good idea. Trish wasn't the only one in the room who was bent.

"Stop pushing so hard, and for the love of God, use some lube. Let me accept you. Otherwise it won't work." Joseph, Mary and Jesus, she was serious. My father is Catholic. I knew most of his religious profanity. At least that brand of religion. Trish was actually going to let me into her ass! Fuck me. This was something new. This was definitely new. 

I did what I was told. I put a lot of lube on her ass, and on me. "Finger my ass. Get some lube in there." Jesus H Christ, she wanted it. I was lost in the anticipation. "Now, use two fingers. I need to be stretched a bit. Go slow and keep using the lube." Too bloody right! I had never worked a girl's ass before, but it seemed to make sense. I continued to do as I was told. "Okay, now try again and go slow. Press into me but don't push. Let it happen. Just let me accept you."

Oh my fucking God, she was inviting me into her ass. Where was she all of my life? I put my now throbbing penis, my cock, my sex weapon to her lubed and slightly opened ass and just pressed and held it there. She was right. I felt her ass relax slowly and by Christ, in I went. Holy shit, I was in her ass. What the fuck do I do now? I hade never thought this through. 

"Fuck me slowly, gently and let me tell you when to speed it up." I did what I was told. It felt incredible, so tight, so firm, so erotically taboo...so anal. Trish was not moving at all, letting me stroke in her ass, letting me fuck her in her God Damned ass! This was truly unfucking believable. This was better than rape. The anal rape didn't happen. I couldn't make it happen. And now, with this bent bitch's help, I was fucking her ass! I knew this was going to end with another one of those orgasms. I was going to come in Trish's ass. 

"Okay, now pick it up just a bit. Fuck me a little harder. Feel my ass. Fuck my ass." This girl was either the best fuck on the planet or she was on something the rest of us didn't know about. Please God, let it be both. Maybe I wasn't an atheist. Maybe there was a God. A God of sex and carnal knowledge. Trish was the High Priestess. What, then was I? If not a priest of this Pagan church, I was it's newest recruit. Where was this stuff coming from? From my own head. It must have been there all along, just needing someone like Trish to set it free.

I was wondering how much more I could take. My penis was stroking in Trish's tight, hot ass and I was close to coming. Trish could tell. "Do you really want to fuck my ass? I was getting better ass fucks when I was in elementary school." 

She actually said it. Mother of God, she said it. Okay, bitch, try this. I was a big guy. I was fit. I was strong. I was suddenly furious. I was going to fuck this bitch in her ass. She was still on her knees. I pushed her down, flat to the bed. I followed her, my penis never leaving her ass. I was on top now. I was going to stay there. I was lying on her, my penis still deep in her ass and I started to fuck. I had seen this type of fucking in a porn video. I was going to fuck Trish in her ass big time. Thoughts of orgasm were gone, replaced by thoughts of hurting this bitch in her ass. I was going cold. I was going deep into a place I had never been before. Two places. Trish's ass and my own head. I really, really wanted to make this bitch pay. Showtime.

God knows how I did it but I pounded into her ass for all I was worth and kept it up for minutes. Maybe hours, perhaps only seconds. I couldn't tell. My whole existence was my penis, my cock...pummelling Trish's ass. Not sex. Not domination. Hate. That was it. I hated this bitch and I didn't want to come. All I wanted to do was hate. I have no idea how long I kept going. Longer than I had ever thought possible.

Trish was not silent now. She was making noises. Quiet, but audible. Not moans, not groans, not gasps. What the fuck was she doing. Then it came to me. She was laughing! Fuck me, she was gently laughing! It was a strange kind of laughter, part sighs, part song, but laughter. I was unable to stop my fucking and she knew it. I was pounding her ass and for all she cared, she was laughing. It took a second or two but I figured it out. She wasn't laughing at me. She was laughing at the world. She was laughing at the world of love, of hope, of pleasure, of ecstasy. She was laughing at my affection for Kris. She was laughing at my fantasies. God, how I hated this Bitch. Bitch with a capital B. She was bent. I knew that now. I was bent. She had done this to me. That was what she was laughing at. I was not the guy I thought I was. I was the guy she knew I was. Bent. I tried not to come, but it was not an option.

Sweet Jesus, I felt the rush coming. I felt myself melting. I was pouring off sweat. I lost control. I felt my body and my soul starting to pour out of my penis and into Trish's ass. It felt like I was shooting molten metal out of my penis. She knew I was coming. She gripped me with her ass and held me as I had held her head that day. I couldn't move. I didn't want to move.

Oh fuck...God be merciful. I came in Trish's ass. I think I came for a minute, an hour...a decade. Trish wasn't laughing now. She didn't have to. The climax was so hard it hurt. I actually felt a type of pain I had never felt before. I shuddered and groaned as I felt myself squirting great pulses into Trish's ass. My penis was so tightly wrapped by Trish, it actually hurt for the semen to move out. I thought I was going to burst. I could feel my penis almost explode. It hurt. God, did it ever hurt. Awesome. Unbelievably awesome. Pain never felt this good. I was bent and I knew it was for life. Trish, you have created a monster. No. You simply let it out. I thought I was passing liquid steel into Trish. I wondered if she hurt. Probably not. 

I lay on top of Trish, gasping and trying to breathe. I felt like I had been under water, almost dead from lack of air. If this was dark sex, I wanted it. If this was anal, I wanted it. I might take a week to recover, but I wanted it. One shot and I was addicted. I wanted Trish. I think she knew that. What the fuck was I going to do now? Just who was in charge of this game? Trish was. She had been, from the beginning. Shit. I thought about the very beginning. Even then, she had been in charge. God, she was good. What had I done to deserve this? And where in hell did she come from? And for the love of God, why was I able to think at a time like this?

We lay there, me on top of her, my spent penis still in her ass, and I slowly came back to reality. I was in the apartment. Trish was underneath me. I had just had my first anal experience. I hurt. My penis was still recovering from the force of the orgasm. I was afraid to look. I was worried about bleeding. Not Trish...me. I hurt that bad. It was glorious. I was seriously and totally bent. Good. We lay there for a few minutes or was it a day or two?

"Take me home." No problem. Anything for the best fuck on the planet. On the way back, Trish was silent. We ignored each other. 

Back in my dorm room, I was spent. I was exhausted. I was unable to gather the strength to take a shower. I collapsed onto my bed and slept. I woke up with my clothes still on and with the Mother of all morning erections. I had vague memories of dreams. Dark dreams that involved Kris. Oh my God. Don't let me hurt Kris. I was certain this prayer would not be answered. Shit!

That day was hell. I had said to Kris that we would get together that evening. What was I going to do? Pretend that I was still the guy that might have taken her virginity? Pretend I wasn't bent? Pretend that I didn't want to take her anal virginity as well? English Lit class was supreme hell. Kris was as beautiful as the day before, in a dress of all things. I had never seen her in a dress. I was sure no one else had either. None of the women students wore dresses. Miss March had the same difficulties as yesterday. So did I. After class, Kris and I walked back to the residence area of campus. 

"Do you think Miss March is going to make a pass at me? She was all over me with her eyes again. " 

I waited a few seconds and said, "If she does, what would you do about it?" 

"Ken, get real. I would run. Straight into your arms. You could protect me." I wasn't so sure anymore. The thought of Miss March, making love to Kris, as I watched, was an image I had dreamed about. The thought of me, entering Miss March as she sucked Kris to orgasm was a fantasy I had played with all during the class hour. In my fantasy, I was entering the ass of Miss March. In my fantasy, after Kris had her orgasm, she watched as I fucked the ass of Miss March. She was encouraging me on, saying to me 'Fuck her. Fuck her in her ass. Do it.' 

I was worried. God I was bent and what I really wanted to do was fuck Kris in her ass. God help both of us. Perhaps Miss March could help both of us. What was Trish doing to me? Whatever it was, I wasn't trying to stop it. Poor Kris. She had no idea who I really was. 

After dinner, I walked over to Kris's dorm. She was still in the dress. It wasn't a particularly sexy looking dress. In fact it looked like a Sunday school teacher's dress. That made it more sexy to me than a thigh high party dress. Kris still looked virginal in that dress. I ached to fuck her while she wore that dress. The thought seemed so natural, so simple, so pure. Pure. Where did that come from?

"Let's go for a drive. Let's go and get out of here, and take a drive down by the river." I hadn't fucked in the back seat of a car since High School. That's what I wanted to do with Kris. She looked at me and gave a slight smile. On campus, the phrase 'down by the river' was the same as the phrase 'lover's lane'. The river was where you went if you had no other place to go. I had a few choices, but the river was what I wanted. Sex in a car. Sex by the river. Sex surrounded by all the other lovers who either had no other place to go, or just liked sex by the river. I had only been there once before, two years earlier, and the young lady was not really impressed with sex in a car. She wasn't very impressed at all. We didn't get to the fucking stage. She wanted to go back to the campus and she left me high and dry. Not quite a cock tease, but blue balls did result. I was sure Kris wouldn't do that. She didn't. 

It really was kind of special. We were pretending to be teenagers. In the back seat of my car, Kris simply straddled me, no clothing was removed, just readjusted and she took my penis into her vagina and looked in my eyes as she moved on me. It was soft and sweet, slow and loving, and then she started to kiss me. She was kissing me like she was not doing anything else. She was necking. That was it, she was pretending that my penis wasn't in her vagina and all she was doing was kissing, lip locking and sucking on my lips and tongue. 

Her movements on me slowed and she took a hand and pressed it to her breast. Just like a teenager, fifteen and virginal. I massaged her breast and she moaned a slight moan, as if having her breast touched was the high point of her life. All the while my penis was in her vagina and we both tried to ignore that. Her dress was not undone, her bra was intact, only her panties were a little to the side to allow me in her. If someone came along, we were only necking. It was heaven. 

I kissed her back, French kissing her tongue, and now had one hand on each breast. Her breasts were like apples, small, firm and round. Her nipples were so erect, I could feel them easily through her bra and her dress. I reached behind her and unzipped the top of her dress. She let her arms out of the dress and now only her bra was between her nipples and my mouth. She arched back, offering me those nipples and I leaned down and forward to kiss them and breathe warm air onto her breasts. She undid her bra and I took a nipple into my mouth and sucked, not all that gently. She shuddered as if it was being done to her for the very first time. I slowly sucked all over her breast and she started to move on me in a very purposeful way. I switched to her other breast, holding it with both hands and taking as much into my mouth as I could.

I was massaging her breast with my mouth and she was moaning louder now, moving on me, moving her clitoris against my pubic bone, screwing me. I was watching her face, her eyes as she started to come for me, screwing down on me, her dress now down around her waist. She held her head with both hands, tilting it back, thrusting out her breasts and I felt her coming around my penis. My God she was screwing me! As she came I felt a surge of semen gushing into her vagina. My God, no condom! We were like teenagers! I came and came and felt my warm semen flowing down and out of her vagina, helped along by her vaginal contractions which felt like an angel's kiss around my penis. Kris stayed that way, her hands to her head, her eyes closed, looking like a fifties sex goddess, my pants soaking up the wet cum. I was in heaven. Kris was a dream come true. If I was her first, and I thought I was, she had obviously done a little homework on her own. Maybe I was just her first guy. She was a natural lover and she was my lover. I thought I was falling in love. I was certainly falling. She came back to earth, smiled and started to rearrange her clothing. In seconds, her bra was on, her dress was back up and she smiled like a school girl. My penis was still in her vagina. She glanced down and made a slight "oops" sound. She moved off of me and saw my semen covered pants. "Oops" again. God, she was sweet. "Sorry about the mess. I hope you don't mind." I could have married her right there.

We talked as I drove back to the campus. We talked as if we had not just had sex. We talked like we had just gone for a walk. It was so good. I was not the guy I had been the night before. Perhaps that guy was just passing through. Perhaps I was simply going out of my mind. What was it called? Denial. The other guy was not just passing through. Poor Kris. I really felt sorry for her, for what she might see, might be forced to do. Poor Kris.

After I dropped Kris off at her dorm and gave her a simple goodnight kiss, I went back to own room, closed and locked the door. I lay down and tried to take a look at what was happening in my life. I was certain that Trish had lied from the beginning. About her so called friend, about the misunderstanding and especially about her pretence at being so sorry. She had set out to fuck with my head and she had succeeded. There likely was no so called friend. It was all a set up. Why she picked me was a mystery. She must have had a reason. Had I been unknowingly been giving some kind of signal that only she was picking up? Was she psychic as well as bent? Did she pick me at random? I was calm as I thought it over. Not a trace of anger, not a shred of tension was there. I was simply wondering how I had gone from decent guy to anal rapist wannabe in such a short time. I really didn't feel any concern over the two extremes. One was simply not the other. Trish had either planted something in my brain, or it was always there and somehow Trish knew it. It really wasn't a difficult call to make. It was always there. Underneath my decent guy façade was an anal rapist. I didn't even seem concerned at the new knowledge. It was me. Why fight it?

That night I slept well, and woke up feeling just fine. No dark dreams. No Mother of all morning erection. Just the usual. I got out of bed and went about my day. Kris. It wasn't poor Kris, just Kris. She could always leave at any time. I hoped she wouldn't but she had the option.

The day went by and I had no concerns anymore. If I kept my two lives separate, I would be happy. Kris was my girlfriend now. We had talked about it. After the river. Trish would never be my girlfriend. I wasn't sure what to call her, or even what to think of her as, what to label her as. This was so new to me. I sensed a certain unease. Trish new about Kris. I didn't think that Kris had a clue about Trish. This was something that Trish could hold over me. So be it. I felt that it wasn't worth worrying about. If Kris found out about Trish and the things we had been doing together, to each other, then she found out. Maybe I would tell her and remove the threat. Maybe I would tell Kris and not let Trish in on it. If Trish wanted to try to use some emotional blackmail, when she really had none, it might be interesting. I was definitely not the same guy I was. I was starting to think like Trish. 

I let myself think about a threesome with my two new women. It would be interesting. I then remembered that I had never been in a threesome. No problem. Until the other day, I had never fucked a girl in the ass. One day's fantasy turns into the next day's reality. If I didn't have a threesome with Kris being part of it, I'm sure Trish could help me out and bring a third. I was certain of that. Time to go to hockey practice. Sweat a little. Take a few shots. That hadn't changed.

After supper, I really had to get away to the library. I had fallen behind in a few courses. Go figure. I sat at a study desk and was soon working on an essay about Wuthering Heights, the only novel written by Emily Bronte. I allowed a moment of fantasy about myself and Miss March. Then I got into the essay. After about an hour, I was well into a first draft. I could see the end of what I was going with it and was pleased at the spin I was putting on the novel. Miss March would be reading the finished essay in a few days. Kris was walking up to me. She had the same essay assignment to finish. 

"How's it going?" she asked. Kris was dressed in her more usual, unflattering style. That was okay. I now knew what she was hiding. You weren't supposed to eat in the library. I took a small apple from my backpack and looking at Kris, took a slow, sensuous, erotic bite. She giggled and leaned over to give me a kiss. She then guided my hand, with the apple, to her own mouth, and looking at me, took a very slow and deliberate bite, all the while focusing on my eyes. If I was her first lover, I was amazed at how fast she was becoming so damn erotic. I couldn't be her first. Impossible. Again, I thought 'first guy, perhaps'. The thought of Kris playing the teenaged schoolgirl with another woman was divine. In the past I hadn't really had any gay women fantasies. Not that I had a problem with gay women. They certainly didn't seem to have a problem with me. Miss March was a leading contender for Kris's secret lover. Trish very well may have been on to something.




Head Games at School Ch. 01



"Leave me alone, woman, can't you see I'm busy?" 

Kris giggled again and glancing down at me, didn't fail to notice the effect she was looking for. My penis was visibly pressing out at my jeans. She winked, like a small child would do and said, "Yes, very busy." And walked away. She definitely wasn't the same woman she was earlier in the year. Inside her shapeless pants, I could see a swing to her hips that was not there before. She was wearing sneakers, but somehow managed to look like she was in heels. Damn. It took a few minutes to back into my essay.  

After I had finished the rough draft, I got up and stretched. I needed a break. I wandered around the library looking for Kris. She was up one level and also deep into her essay of the same novel. She was sitting at a large study table, with two other students, both young women I didn't recognize. Kris was facing away from me and didn't see me approaching her. For a big guy, I could move silently. I walked up behind her, leaned down and ran my parted lips down her neck. She froze and the two other women looked at me in amazement. Then Kris softened, reached up behind her head with one hand and held me to her neck. The stretch of her arm made her breast on that side stand out and I swore she ran her other hand over it. The two young women were open eyed with wonder. I could see both pairs of their eyes glued to Kris's breast. 

"Go away Ken. Can't you see I'm busy?" 

I couldn't take my eyes off the two women, still open eyed at the display of public eroticism. They both looked at me and I smiled. "Yes, very busy." I walked away. Giving my neck and shoulders a good stretch was the best show I could come up with for the two spectators. This was the library. You weren't supposed to have sex in the library.

I worked at polishing up my essay and when I thought I had enough accomplished for one night, I packed up my things and went up to look for Kris. She wasn't there. The two other young women were. I walked up to the table and just raised my eyebrows and glanced around. They both seemed to be blushing. "She left," one of them murmured.

I walked back to my dorm and put my things in my room. Ten o'clock. I thought that I should hit the gym, work out for a while and call it a night. I grabbed my gym bag and headed over to the Gymnasium fitness centre. I changed and went into my usual warm up and stretch routine. Even at this time of night there was usually a crowd of fitness buffs. I always made a point of concentrating on my routine and not paying much attention to the other students. My headphones were in and I got to it. Tonight was power training. I went to the weight benches and started to pump iron. I had done this routine so many times, it was like an old friend. Pump, fast and hard, going over the muscle groups. Twenty reps at about eighty percent max power. Then around again, five slow reps at full power. About an hour later, as I was finishing my last group I was sweating buckets and breathing hard. I sat up and ran my towel over my face. The bench seat was soaked. I towelled it off and headed for the men's locker room. Trish was looking at me. 

She was also in sweats, her hair back and her face flushed and moist. She had been there working out and I hadn't noticed. Was it two nights ago we last saw each other? Three? I was lost. She was just standing there, panting a bit from her own workout and her breasts were moving with her chest. Staring at me, she looked hungry, and I was feeling like I was to be her next meal. She glanced down at the floor, as if thinking, than looked at me again, with her eyebrows up and her head slightly tilted. Her body language was clear. 'Well?' she was asking. A slight nod of my head, likely imperceptible to anyone casually looking. 'Yes.'

She flicked her eyes to the back door. 'Meet me there' and she walked to the door and out. I waited just a few seconds, as if to not let anyone know what I was up to and then walked out side. It was dark, but the lights of the campus made it easy to see. She pinned me to the wall and kissed me with open wet lips. She was stronger than I had given her credit for. The cool night air was barely able to carry away the heat of her body against mine. We were both in a lather, real and emotional. I spun her around, pinning her and went for her neck. Her head tilted back and one hand was inside my sweats, under my shorts. She massaged my penis and it was swelling fast. I slipped a hand down her sweats, under her panties and felt wet, wet warmth. Sweat and lubrication. One finger slipped into her vagina which felt like liquid velvet. She smelled of sweat, a trace of perfume and sex. It was intoxicating. A narcotic going straight to my brain. My penis was throbbing in her hand. My own sweat was like a lubricant and she worked my penis as she pushed herself against my hand. Her clitoris was swollen, wet and firm. As I worked a second finger into her, I used my palm to rub her clit and she started to take short gasping breathes. She was starting to come. We were only thirty seconds into this and she was coming. So was I. The door started to open. I slammed it shut. Hard. 'Stay away!' was my mental scream. Someone got the message. Trish's eyes were wide and they were rolling. 

"Shit, shit, shit.." She was about to go off. She did. Her whole body seemed to contract and I could feel her legs squeezing and twisting together, almost breaking my fingers. Semen was pouring onto her hand as I came seconds later. We both were rocking into each other with the efforts. A knee trembler. I almost lost it and screamed. I was biting my lip to stay quiet. 

It was the fastest, purest sex I had ever had. No emotion other than lust. No words, no promises, no call me tomorrow, just lust, moisture and climax. One minute for everything, tops. More like forty-five seconds. Before I knew it, Trish was back inside the door. She had simply walked a step, opened the door and was gone. Only then did I look around, sheepishly realizing I was on full public display. I saw no one. I leaned back against the wall, and let my breathing slow. I was flushed and was panting, just like I had finished a serious workout. About thirty seconds later the door opened and out stepped a couple of guys I knew vaguely. 

"Good workout?" 

"Yeah....good." I was sure they were in the dark as to the true cause of my condition. 

"Saw the game on Saturday. You were flying, buddy...flying." 

"Yeah...it was a tough one..." 

"G' night" 

"Yeah...g' night"

This was absolutely out of control, and there really didn't seem to be anything I wanted to do about that. My own mother wouldn't recognize me. I went back in to hit the shower. Trish and I needed to talk but I couldn't even begin to think of what I wanted to say. I walked slowly back to my dorm, thinking but not understanding. I crawled into bed and just let my mind slowly shut down. 

I woke up with a headache. It was Friday. The team was going on the road. The bus left about noon for the four hour trip to our next game. Down time and it actually felt good. I was emotionally wearing out. Sex I could handle. The head game with Trish was different. I wasn't even in her league. Kris had said good-bye at the arena where the bus was being loaded. A few of the guys looked at her and wondered. She was in plain mode. She gave me a quick kiss, more of a peck and walked away.

"You're dating her? You're slowing down, Ken. Must be getting old. What happened to the guy we knew before?" Chuckles and punches to my shoulder. Guy stuff. A weekend of nothing but that sounded good. Four hours to chill, read a bit, snooze and be gone.

The team we played that night really wasn't much of a challenge. They were always in the cellar and we coasted to an easy win. Back on the bus and off to a hotel for the night. A team meal and off to bed. Two to a room. It kept the costs down. My road trip roomie was a freshman. Coach liked to give the new guys a roomie that knew the ropes. It kept the shenanigans to a minimum. If you didn't win on the road because the team was partying, playoffs were a pipe dream. This was a serious hockey school. I liked it that way. Bed time. 

"So who was that girl? The guys seemed to think you're dating down." 

"Fuck off, Twinkie." He knew enough to shut up when I called him Twinkie.

Team breakfast and a pep talk. Last night's game was easy. Tonight would be very different. Four hours on the road to meet one of the top teams in the league. A powerhouse school that boasted many alumni in the pros. Tonight, we were going to play hockey. 

We got there in time for a late lunch, chill time and then over to the arena. The place was packed. This was a big time hockey school and we were one of their long time rivals. This was going to be an old fashioned hockey game. Last weekend, Coach had said he wanted me to be fit. This was why. My leg felt fine. 

It took the whole first period for things to heat up. At first each team played a disciplined game. The ref was keeping it clean and it was clear that playing this type of game was not to our advantage. We were down one and it really should have been two. Only our goalie was keeping this from becoming a blow out. Their team was loaded with talent. Their coach preached a disciplined style of play that worked well with highly talented players. I knew what I had to do. It was the last few minutes of the first period and it was time to shake it up. Time to go out there and hit someone. Not dirty, not to injure...just to shake things up. 

The puck was in their end and I was back checking. One of their D men picked up the puck and started out. He should have passed it up. I faked a turn around, letting him think he had a few seconds. He was picking up speed and was coming out of his own zone with his head down. Idiot. 'Trolley Tracks' it was called. I caught him the trolley tracks. Spinning back to face him I took two quick steps and let him have it, clean but as hard as I could. My shoulder went into his chest and he was down and out. The puck was right there. I tapped it over to my left wing and he fired a snap shot that their goalie barely got a pad on. Rebound. I tapped it in, over the outstretched pad. Tie game. 

The D Man was still down. He was helped off the ice and I could feel every player on their bench seething at me. Shook things up big time. The horn sounded. Tied at one, end of the first. They all knew it was supposed to up two for them. Tough. The ref wisely held us back and let them get completely off the ice before letting us go. Brawls were frowned upon in university hockey. That didn't mean they never happened. 

The second carried on where the first had finished. It was real hockey now. They were after me in particular, but I wasn't worried. I was big and fast and I was in my senior year. I knew all the tricks. Let them try to take me out. All that meant was that they weren't playing their game, the game which could win it for them. Their coach was livid. He was trying to get his team under control, but every time they seemed to be getting it together, one of our big guys hit someone, and made it count. They still managed to put one in during the second and we went off down only one. It was better than I was expecting. Coach was looking good about things. The only way we were going to keep up with their skills was to take away their discipline. So far it was working. 

In the dressing room, coach laid it out. He knew exactly what the other coach would be doing. "Keep hitting them, keep shaking things, and keep them off their game," he said. "Don't let up. Not for a second." 

I could almost hear the other coach. "Keep to the game plan. Keep the plays working. Keep up the discipline, those guys can't out play you." And so on. Of course he was right. We weren't up to their standards in pure skill. But we were a little bigger, a little older, and we had nothing to lose in their barn. They did.

The third was a real show. The crowd didn't stop cheering and the electricity in the building was crackling. Skill against strength. Agility against speed. Discipline against power. I could almost see their coach kicking his bench, every time one of his guys took a run at one of us. I took a lot of runs against them. Shots were coming from everywhere at both ends. Somehow, none went in. Last minute and we had to pull our goalie. With the extra attacker, we gave it to them. For fifty seconds all their goalie saw was frozen rubber. Then it happened. The puck was in their corner and we got it out. I saw the pass coming. I stepped in to reach it and it was poke checked by one of them past my skate. A quick flip by another of their guys and it was going down the ice and into our empty net. 

Damn, and then Damnation. The place erupted. Eight seconds left on the clock and down two. It was already over. The next line came out to kill down the clock. As we lined up to shake hands, they were smiling, all of our sins and hits forgiven. Generous of them. The D man I had cranked even gave me a shot to my shoulder as I went by. Guy stuff. In the dressing room we were quiet but not down. We lost a good one and we had nothing to feel bad about. Coach just said, "Good job guys, you all did well." Too bloody right!

Shower, dress, banter and more guy stuff. We were all in a pretty good mood. Back on the bus and yet another hotel. Another late team meal and since we didn't play on Sundays, we could relax, goof off a bit and relax the rules. Stay up late. No curfew. It was an unwritten law that a few beers were allowed on a Saturday night. A few. No drunken shenanigans. That was part of the reason for the room assignments. At the age of twenty-one, I could buy a few cases with their money. I did and was walking back through the hotel lobby with the beer when I saw Trish sitting in a lounge chair. None of the team were in the lobby and I thanked God for that. Sweet Mary, what was she doing here? How did she know where we were? This was too much. This was not only scary, it was looking sinister. 

"Hello Ken. I was in the neighbourhood and thought I would stop by." As if that was true. "For the love of God, Trish, what are you doing? How the hell did you know how to find me?" 

"I'm in room 604. Do you want to stop by?" 

As if she was going to take no for an answer. I swallowed hard and said, "Give me a few minutes." She smiled at me as if I had just agreed to pay for the coffee and got up. I let her take the elevator up by herself, then headed for my room. 

"Suds!" Twinky was not alone. A few of the guys were there, and word got out that beer was served. The room quickly filled with half the team and the banter was going strong. "Okay Ken, tell us about her. Tell us all about Kris. Dishy Krissy." Good thing it wasn't Twinky doing the asking. Chuckles leading to real laughter. Sweet Jesus, what do I do now? Play along, get them onto some other topic and get out. Room 604. Shit.

"Guys, don't you know by now not to judge a book by it's cover?" Guffaws and shoulder taps. Guy stuff. 

"Well I did hear she changed her cover a few days ago! Quite the dish I heard. Dishy Krissy." More laughter. It was working. 

"Guys, it's like I always told you. Covers are for beds and we all know what they are for. Changing bed covers is good for you." I had never said anything remotely like that, but who cared. The room erupted in laughter and the discussion turned to other girlfriends. I waited for a few minutes, then walked out, not saying a word about where I is was going. Nobody cared. The guys moved back on forth around the rooms every Saturday night on the road. I walked up to the sixth floor and knocked on 604.

Was it only two nights ago I had decided that Trish and I needed to talk? She was either psychic or psychotic. Both?

Trish opened the door and I walked in. She shut the door and moved that little gadget that keeps out everyone, even the hotel staff. She was dressed up a bit. She looked good. Black skirt, stockings, heels and a pretty good looking light blue blouse. I had never seen her dressed that way. I was still in my team travel clothes, my only pair of decent slacks, my only white shirt and a tie. We looked good together, like we were travelling on business. As if.

The room was a little fancier than the ones the team got, and of course it had one big bed. We got twins. There was better furniture and the carpet looked newer. There was a bottle of something on the table. It was open. I walked over and looked. Scotch. The good stuff. A Speyside single malt. I pretended to know a little about the good stuff, only because I couldn't afford it. As I was pouring a measure, Trish said, "Help yourself." 

"Thanks. You?" She had a glass going already. This idle word playing was bullshit. It was time to shake things up a little. 

"Trish, I'm here, you're here, so let's talk. I want to know what this has been all about. I want to hear your story. From the beginning and don't give me any crap about naïve drunken girls at a party." 

Trish smiled and finally sat down in one of the chairs. I pulled the other one close and sat in it. She looked at me with a slight smile. "Had you going, didn't I?" I just raised my eyebrows and nodded. Yes she really had me going.

I shook my head slowly from side to side. "If you only knew how close you came to being strangled that first night. 'Well, if you don't know, I'm not going to tell you.' That kind of crap can get you killed." 

"You weren't going to hurt me. I like adventure but I don't take unnecessary risks. You did pretty much as I expected you would. Righteous male indignation, then anger, then accept and get it over with. What did please me was that you did keep trying to get me to talk. You didn't just write me off. Most guys would. You tried for several days, I recall. And then when I told how well I thought things had gone, you were livid! Passion. I liked that. You showed promise. Passion and power. Heady stuff."

"You were testing me. I want to call you names right now, but I won't" 

"You don't want to call me names. Not bad ones, at least. Don't fib. It's beneath you."

I was tired. I was physically very tired, but I was alert and thinking. I sipped at the good stuff and thought about being tested, prodded, pushed, played with. It really wasn't all that bad. I had a few glorious sessions with her along the way. Got to force my first blow job, and what a joy to fuck her in her ass. Then I realized. I hadn't forced anything. She had. Trish was right. I might use bad words but only in truth...respect perhaps. She was here, a long way from campus. She obviously wanted something. I just didn't know what. I sighed. I wasn't anywhere near this woman's league. We were the same age. What had she been doing for the past several years?

All I could come up was, "Trish, you are a very bad girl." She giggled, just like Kris would do. Was Kris in on this? 

"Spank me." Why not? I had never spanked a girl. Woman. Hard? Playful? Panties on or down? I only new that Trish would make sure I was off to a good start.

"Come here. " I sat up straight and put my knees together. Trish got up like a little schoolgirl and with a certain theatrical flair, lay herself across my knees. I lifted up her skirt and noticed real stockings and garter, and the most erotic lace panties I had ever seen. She was wearing a perfume I had never smelled before. It was very enticing. She looked at me as if to say,' well' and I gave her a few minutes to wait. I was enjoying seeing her very well dressed ass so close and personal. I gave her a whack, a little harder than I thought necessary. She jumped a bit and I felt her body move on my swelling penis. Okay, now I got it. This isn't to punish Trish. This is to pleasure me. Fun. Again, whack. "Ouch!" I think she meant it. "Be quiet."




Head Games at School Ch. 02



We got out of the car and walked to the apartment front door. Trish gave Kris a quick hug and a kiss and then turned to me. "We have a lot to talk about. Let's go up and relax a bit before we get started." Feeling outnumbered, I just nodded and took Kris's hand. Trish seemed to ignore that as we went up to the apartment. I opened the door and in we went. Trish had a bottle of something in her backpack. "Bourbon," she said. "Anyone want a drink?"

Kris made a bit of a sour face but said, "Okay, if that's all you have." I just nodded yes and went to the kitchen to get three glasses. Trish poured three generous shots and raised her glass. 

"To Ken, who has survived so far. May he continue and here's to his very good health." Kris raised her glass. I hesitated, then raised mine and took a big belt of the stuff. As it burned its way down my throat, I realized something. 

"Oh, damn! I play tomorrow and I'm not supposed to drink on the night before a game. Don't tell anyone, okay?" 

Kris gave another giggle. "As if we would." 

I immediately said, "What's this 'we' stuff? Let's start there. How long have you two known each other?" 

Now Trish giggled. "Since yesterday, actually. Kris came to talk to me and we came to appreciate and understand each other." 

I was confused. "What does 'appreciate each other' mean?" 

Kris answered. "Well, we both like you and we both were a little upset at each other. Then Trish told me of her...initial training of you. Apparently you have potential. But like she said, you need a lot of work." 

I sat down on the easy chair and took another big jolt of the Bourbon. I coughed and then asked, "Training...what the hell does that mean. And what potential? The potential to get mind fucked? I can live without that quite happily, thank you very much." 

Kris turned to Trish and sat down on the couch. She patted the space beside her and Trish took the hint and joined her. Kris said to her, "I think you should take it from here." 

Trish took a sip of her drink and paused, as if deep in thought. Then she started. "Ken, we are all the same age here, but...in some ways...I'm older than you two. I mean...I've had some experiences that perhaps...you haven't." 

"I sure haven't," said Kris with a wistful look. 

Trish carried on. "I started being active...sexually...at an early age. I was...a bit precocious that way. I have an older sister who introduced me to her older friends. The two of us...made quite a pair. We were...popular, you might say." 

I butted in. "How early, if I may ask?"

Trish smiled and said, "You may ask. I was twelve and my sis was fifteen at the time. So I've been active for almost a decade."

Kris giggled again. "Which means you've got me beat by almost a decade."

It was my turn to chuckle. "You were having sex at twelve, with your older sister's friends? How much older, if I may ask." 

Again, Trish said, "You can ask anything you want. Chances are I'll answer. Let's see, the first guy that I had real sex with, meaning vaginal intercourse was...sixteen, I think. Statutory rape in my state, but I wasn't about to tell." 

"Statutory rape in all states," I added. "Your sister let that happen? Big of her." 

Trish frowned. "Ken, we all have our own ideas of what is right and wrong, particularly when it comes to sexual matters. Having been aware of what my sis was up to for several years, I wanted to join in. No one forced me. No one had to seduce me. I was...precocious that way. A regular little Lolita. I wanted the guys to...fuck me. I wanted to see them fuck my sis. I wanted them to fuck us both and they did. As I said, we were quite popular, at least with a select crowd. No one outside the crowd knew. My parents didn't know, at least until I was older. And even then, they didn't know much. My sis was careful who had...access so to speak. It was a great thing for me. I got everything I wanted and so did everyone else."

I paused and then asked, "Please explain 'everything I wanted'." 

Trish carried on. "Everything I wanted was straight forward at first. Serious petting, oral, vaginal intercourse, group sex and watching, that kind of stuff. Later came anal and some bondage which I really liked. Being tied up and helpless was a serious turn on. By the time I was a high school senior, I was into role playing, things like playing out fantasies, rape, incest, seductions, things like that. Does this make sense?" 

It did, in a way. "Well," I began, "it does explain the head games, the way you let me think I was...you know...in control for a while. But tell me, where does Kris come into this?"

Kris looked at Trish who looked back at Kris, then at me and said, "I think I came in by accident. When you showed an interest in me, it certainly wasn't any of her doing. You chose me yourself. She never said a word to me until yesterday. She told me basically what she just told you. Then she asked me if I would consider getting involved, the three of us at first, perhaps more later, perhaps not. It has to be a mutual decision." Then she looked back at Trish.

Trish took over talking. "What I see is starting a select group of like minded people, just like I was in during High School. A sex club if you want to call it that, strictly by mutual agreement and some rules, as in outmost confidentiality, discretion and adherence to the group, that sort of thing. No outside dalliances. No bringing in anyone without a group acceptance. No bringing in unwanted problems as in STD's. Every one gets a check up at first. That sort of thing. Kris is in if you are. If you aren't in, she says no and I wish you both all the best. No regrets, no pressures, just keep this all to yourselves. Give me at least that."

I had been listening intently but this last part was a bit much. A select club dedicated to sex. It sounded too good to be true. Or too true to be good. Perhaps Trish was simply playing us both, or perhaps Trish and Kris were playing me. I kept silent for a few moments and just sipped the bourbon. Then I looked at Kris. "So if I say no, you do as well. Why is that?"

Kris looked at me and in all seriousness said, "I want you. You're the first guy who has ever reached me. I want to be with you. So if you say yes, I go with you, even though it will mean sharing. If you say no, I still want you, so I can't say yes." 

I groaned. "So this is what 'no pressure' is all about. Even playoffs are a walk in the park compared to this." Then I looked at Trish. I took a big swallow of the liquor and said, "It's this way. In all honesty, I'm not sure you are being straight. Given what you've put me through, I have my reservations. This could all be part of a game for you." 

Trish just smiled wistfully. "I understand. You have every reason to be sceptical. You don't have to make a decision tonight. And as for showing you I am being straight up and honest, that will take time. So far, it's just the three of us. So why don't we all just chill and think about this for a few days? Any one want another drink?"

Kris held out her glass. I shook my head. The game tomorrow forbade another. As Trish poured another generous amount into Kris's glass, I said, "Whoa there, cowgirl. That's a lot of alcohol for a little lady."

She giggled yet again. "I'm in good hands. You won't let anything bad happen to me. Of course, Trish might." 

Now Trish laughed. "You're right. I just might." 

That made me think. I looked at Trish quizzically. "So tell me, if you will, with all the precocious sex you've been having, how much of it was with other girls?" 

Trish thought a moment and then answered. "Back then, it wasn't much. And it was never with my sister. At least if you don't count us both being with a guy or two. I did have a few encounters with friends. Sleep over type stuff. Later, when the group included a few girls I had the hots for, I developed a taste for girl-girl sex. I don't consider my self bi-sexual, at least as far as true bi- sexuality goes. I'm a straight girl who likes girls as well. There are a lot of us." Then she went silent for a moment and I looked at Kris. 

Kris looked back at me and said, "Yes, I think I'm one of them. I know I'm straight. But when guys don't pay a lot of attention to you, well...sometimes girls do. For what it's worth, I've had more sex with girls than guys. Not so much by choice as by...necessity. And yes, you were the one who...took my virginity." 

Kris was looking happy to have lost it. And I was very happy she had lost it with me. Then I looked at both of them and waved a finger back and forth between the two of them. Kris kept silent, so Trish said, "Not yet, but it'll probably happen." 

Kris quickly added, "Unless you feel it shouldn't." 

My turn to laugh and I did. "Well, seeing as how I've not exactly been...completely committed to one of you, I wouldn't have a problem with that." And in truth I didn't. I knew that lots of straight girls enjoyed each other's company. A lot of guys thought that made them gay, but I had been told different and I believed it. It just made them straight with fewer inhibitions. Trish smiled and Kris seemed relieved. She wasn't good at hiding her emotions. 

Then I thought of how March Madness had visually taken her to bed during class and wondered how she had really felt about it. "So Kris," I started, "have you ever gotten it on with a certain Professor of English Literature?" I thought she would giggle, but she was silent for a moment. 

"No, but...well, she has grad students and I have had...sex with one of them for a while. Okay, about a year. I like her but we only get together when we're both...desperate. She's one of March...well, the good prof likes her as well and she knows that...I'm ...fucking her grad student. The good prof suggested to her grad student that she set up a threesome. I wasn't ready for that, especially with a real les...gay woman. The grad student insists she's straight, but I don't know any more. She says she's...fucking March Madness to stay in her good books. But I'm beginning to think she likes it, as in really likes it. She says March Madness is into toys, bondage, stap-ons and such...of course if I go along with what Trish has in mind..." 

Trish burst out laughing. "Oh Kris, you have no idea." 

Now Kris giggled. "Yes I do." 

I looked at her, pretending to be aghast. "How do you know?" I demanded, with my eyes feigning indignation. 

"Because she...my grad student friend showed me, of course." 

Now I was serious. "Did she demonstrate as well?" I asked. Kris blushed and then blushed some more. Then she finally giggled yet again. 

"Well...of course she did, silly." Then she looked at Trish. "Maybe...that grad student....Lisa...she could be...one of us." 

Now I groaned in false exasperation. "No. Three girls and one guy? No." 

Trish was thoughtful for a moment. Then she said, "It depends. If your friend wants in, she has to give up the good Professor, or...bring her along, that is, if we all agree."

Now I was really worried. "Excuse me? Four women and one guy? I'm going to need a little help here." 

Trish just smiled. "Who do you suggest and why?" 

"Damned if I know," was all I could come up with. "And besides, I don't really know if I want to...who am I kidding? Kris, do you think we should say yes?" 

She only hesitated a second. "Yes." 

Now I hesitated a second, then, "Okay, Trish, we're in." Kris patted the space on the other side of her and I there moved there from the chair. "Now," I said. "First things first. Just what does 'he needs a lot of work' mean?" Trish and Kris both burst out laughing.

Again, Kris deferred to Trish. "It means you need to understand what this is going to be all about," she said. "It means you have to accept that things are not always what they appear to be. And most important, it means you have to always remember that sex is not love. For this to work, we all have to keep in mind that what we are doing is all about sexual freedom and exploring those things we wouldn't otherwise ever explore. Ken....." Her voice trailed off. 

"What?" I asked, waiting for the shoe to fall. Trish looked at Kris, then down to her lap for a few seconds. 

Then she looked at me with all sincerity and said, "I'm not sure you can separate your feelings about attachment from your feelings about sex. In my experience, guys often have no trouble having sex outside a relationship but go ballistic if she does. Some guys just can't play fair. What I'm proposing is all about playing fair. It's a sauce for the goose sort of thing. I need to know that you can emotionally handle...say...watching some other guy having... no... fucking Kris. I know she means so much to you. The emotions you have experienced so far are deep, but they will get deeper if we do this. I know it might seem at first that an opportunity like this is like manna from heaven, but, believe me, it doesn't always work out that way. You can get hurt, seriously emotionally hurt. And always remember, you would be in a position to hurt others. This is about playing games, sexual games. It mustn't be about a private game within the game. For example, if March Madness is part of this and you then report her activities to the University, she could lose her job and her career. This sort of thing has endless possibilities for mutual pleasure and growth. It also has endless possibilities for misuse and abuse. It works only if everyone is up front, honest and keeps what happens in the group to our selves." 

With that, Trish stopped talking. I thought another drink would help, but instead just sighed. Kris leaned against me and my arm went around her. She held out her hand to Trish who took it and the three of us sat quietly for several minutes. My mind tried to think about this offered entry into the world of casual, relationship free, sex for the sake of sex thinking. Bondage? Watch as some guy or girl or both, tied up Kris who would pretend to be resisting, screaming perhaps and then proceeded to do whatever they pleased? Rape scenes? As much as thinking I had really been raping Trish anally had given me a sense of power and the mother of all orgasms, could I accept some guy or three proceeding to do that to Kris, even if I knew it was fantasy? Could I really have pleasure, having anal intercourse with Kris while March Madness stood there and said, 'Fuck her! Fuck her in the ass! Do it!' 

"I need to think about this. I really do," was all I said. And looking at Kris, I asked her, "Do you really know what this could do to us? Do you want to know the kinds of things I am capable of doing? The things I've done...with Trish?" 

Kris was quiet at first, then said, "I already know, Ken. You've told me." 

"That's not quite what I meant. I meant the kinds of things that were going through my mind, the emotion, the hate...the need for revenge...I was so worked up last Saturday night I almost killed a guy. And then I cut him like he was a piece of string. I'm not sure who I am anymore. And God knows who I might become with all this." 

Kris was again thoughtfully silent for a minute. Trish knew enough to let us talk this over without interrupting. Kris finally said, "Ken, lets just not talk right now. I think I know more about this as I talked it over with Trish for an hour or so. But still, I don't really know how I truly feel. It's all so very new, so very much different from anything I have ever known before. I think we should all just sleep on it for a while."

I glanced at my watch. It was just coming up eight. What I should have done was go back to the campus and hit the books. At least, that was the proper academic thing to do. But I was tired. Both emotionally worn out and feeling a seldom felt low energy state. The last three days had been awful. I had been afraid that I had lost Kris and now I was looking at something surreal. My head just wanted to go to sleep. The apartment's owner was not due back until next week. All I wanted to do was crawl into the bed and go away. 

I glanced over at Trish. "How did you get here?" I asked. 

"I have a car." Of course she did, I thought. I really was getting brain dead. 

"Okay," I said, "how about you two leaving me here and I'll just crash. My head feels like it's about to shut down. Kris, I'm sure Trish will get you back." I got up and stretched. Then I looked at both of them, who were looking at each other. Then they both looked at me. 

"What?" I mumbled.

"I'm not leaving you," Kris said and Trish added, "And I'm not either." I tried to digest that but gave up.

"Okay," I muttered and headed for the bedroom. 

I stripped down to my shorts and went into the en suite, closing the door. I emptied my bladder, rinsed my hands and looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn't sure I recognized the guy looking back. Opening the door, I saw Trish and Kris also losing clothing. Unreal. Two near nude, gorgeous women, one bed and I was too tired to appreciate it, let alone do anything. I had enough brain power left to get into the middle of the bed. Kris and Trish, now in panties alone, both went into the en suite. I heard the toilet flush twice. I was almost somewhere else when they got into the bed, on either side and both cuddled up. I felt strangely happy, brain dead but happy. No one said anything and I felt myself drifting away.

When I woke up, I had a momentary feeling of panic, the kind you get when you don't know where you are. I must have physically startled because Kris, who was half on top of me murmured. In the faint light coming through the bedroom curtain I could see her eyes flicker and open. Then she startled and I whispered,"It's all right. You're with me...Ken." She was tense for a second, then relaxed. 

Trish was still asleep, lying on her tummy with her arms curled underneath her chest. The bedcovers were kicked off. That was probably my doing. I was a furnace and didn't like sleeping while over heated. Trish looked cold, so I reached down and pulled up some covers and tucked them around her. Kris just laid still, part way on me and snuggled in tight. One leg was over me and her vulva was tight against my thigh. She moved it a bit, getting even closer and I felt a stir where last night, there had been none. Kris must have noticed. "Feeling better?" she asked quietly.

Her hand started to trace over my penis. She gently, almost indifferently stroked it, and I let her. Never having been in this situation before, I wasn't sure about etiquette. "Should we wake up Trish?" I whispered. 

"How should I know," was the answer. 

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Does it matter?" was the reasonable answer, except the answer came from Trish. 

"She wakes up easily." I said to Kris.

Trish rolled over, stretched and then got up on one elbow and said, "I really, really want to get it on with you two. May I?"

Kris, whose hand was still caressing my penis, looked at me and said, "I guess this is where we start to learn about playing fair." Then she leaned over me, drew Trish's head to her and gave her a long and sensuous kiss. Trish kissed her back and her hand also went for my penis. 

They remained lipped locked for a minute, both massaging me to fullness and then, as if reading each other's mind, they both pulled my shorts down and off. Then, still kissing, they took off their panties and it started. Everyone kissed everyone. Hands went over two bodies at once. I had four nipples to kiss, four breasts to cup, two mouths to kiss and two very precious vulvas to fondle, caress and nibble on. Kris and Trish were good. They paid as much attention to each other as to me. I felt two mouths on my penis, four hands caressing my body and felt very connected to both of my lovers. 

We all gave and received oral sex from the other two. I don't know whose mouth I came in first. I didn't care. My eyes were closed and I was in seventh heaven. When I finally opened them, Kris and Trish were kissing and my semen was in both of their mouths. Their breasts were tight together and they seemed to be in a world apart, but only for a moment. Trish guided my head to her vulva as she lay down. Kris then straddled Trish's face and the two of us got down to serious sucking. 




Head Games at School Ch. 02



Kris was moaning in seconds and Trish would have if she could. In what may have been a minute or an hour, both girls were climbing Mount Orgasm. I'm not sure how they did it, but they came together, writhing and gasping, and it was magic. Again, as if telepathic, Kris and Trish switched positions and now I was giving oral to Kris, who was giving it to Trish. We were three naked, turned on, sweaty and hungry fuckers. 

As if by repeat magic, the two girls were soon squirming, gasping, potty-mouthed and coming. Before Kris had finished her climax I was up, pushing her knees up and aside and was in her. My penis was in deep and she was grinding against me as Trish stayed where she was and fucked Kris's face. Then, as if remembering her manners, she swung around to face me, her vulva still on Kris's mouth. So there I was, my penis deep in Kris's vagina, her glistening body in front of me and Trish, with a look of sexual ecstasy, massaging her femininity on Kris's face, leaning forward to lip lock with me.

It was a bit different to be fucking one girl while kissing another but somehow it all seemed so good. Trish turned back to concentrate on getting oral from Kris and I just kept doing what I was doing. Kris was trying to eat Trish and moan at the same time. She was really getting off on what was happening and so was I. 

Trish slid down Kris's tummy and with her legs out, offered me her vagina. I withdrew from Kris and entered Trish as if this was an everyday occurrence. Kris just wrapped her arms around Trish and locked lips again. After about a minute of being fucked, Trish just slid up again and went back to being eaten. I went back to fucking Kris and she went back to moaning.

"I can't believe this is happening," I said.

Kris tried to say something but failed. Trish then backed off a bit and Kris said, "Either can I."

"I can," murmured Trish. Then she was rubbing her own clitoris and started to do the Happy Dance on Kris's face. 

I leaned forward to hold her in my arms, both hands cupping her breasts. "Come for us, Trish. Come for us." 'God, it feels good to say that,' I thought. 

Trish was almost there and she was now doing serious Tahitian on my girlfriend's face, who seemed quite happy to be receiving it. She wasn't talking but her moans said it all. Then with a few body tensing spasms she took in a lungful of air and was coming. 

The way she jerked her self into Kris's face made me wonder if Kris might take a facial injury. After Trish seemed to relax a bit, I would have backed off but Kris just soldiered on. 

Trish started talking. "God Damn, girl...you're killing me...killing me...don't stop for fuck's sake..." and again she was doing Tahitian. I gave up trying to fuck Kris and fondle Trish at the same time and moved up a bit, taking my weight on my knees. I settled in close to Trish's back and put one hand to her clit and took over the massaging, still cupping one breast. 

"Oh, yeah...gonna be good...gonna be good..." Trish moaned as both Kris and I worked on her next orgasm. It wasn't long in coming. "God, I love this...love it...love it..." she gasped and with a few more body spasms was coming again.

This one was stronger. Trish was jerking so hard I had to work to hold her. Poor Kris was getting it big time. Trish was fucking her face like her life was on the line. Then she went tense and seemed about to explode. 'Oh shit...oh shit...oh shit..." she was gasping and then she did explode. 

She howled out her sexual pain and pleasure. Her thighs were clamped on Kris's head and with her rocking, poor Kris was getting her neck readjusted. I took an elbow to my ribs but it was kind of trivial compared to what I was used to. She jerked a few more times and then fell to her side and went into a foetal position, one hand over her vulva, protecting it from further stimulation. I found myself staring down at Kris who was staring up at me. "Wow," she murmured.

"Yeah...wow..." I replied as I got back to fucking Kris.

Trish seemed oblivious to the two of us and that was okay. I pulled Kris close and held up her legs, trying to work her G spot. After a minute of slow fucking I picked it up. Kris just lay there and took it. "God, you're good," she murmured. "Just like that...yes...yes...that's it...right there..."

Trish opened her eyes and looked at the two of us. In the dim light I could see her skin glistening and her hair in disarray. She looked awesome. But then, so did Kris. Trish moved over to get a better look at us, peering at my penis stroking in and out of Kris's vagina. She gave me a quick kiss and then started to play with Kris's breasts. 

"Girl, your tits are so perfect," she said. "I love them! I absolutely love your tits!"

I thought that calling a girl's breasts 'tits' was an insult but from another girl, it apparently wasn't. Trish toyed with them, licked them and bit a few times. She had a happy smile on her face and it was obvious she really did love Kris's breasts. But then, maybe she just loved all breasts. 

Trish looked at me and smiled. Then she took one nipple in her mouth and put a hand to Kris's clitoris. 

Kris sighed and settled back on the bed, letting her legs rest on my shoulders. "Wonderful," she murmured. "A girl could really get used to this. Wonderful..."

"Okay, Ken," murmured Trish, "let's give this girl some serious heat. Let's give her the fucking she deserves." Then she turned to Kris, gave her a long, languid kiss and then whispered something in her ear.

Kris gave a sigh and shook her head. "I think it's going to be you."Trish just smiled back. "Are you sure, girl? No time like the present...strike while the iron is hot and all that."

I was puzzled but Kris let it out of the bag. "No, Trish...if one of us is going to get anal...it's going to be you. Maybe later for me...but not tonight." Then she paused and went silent for a moment while I just kept slowly and gently fucking her G. "But...I'd really love to watch..." and she giggled.

"That's what it's all about, girl," Trish said softly. "That's what it's all about." Then she looked at me with a questioning face. I just nodded 'yes'. 'Showtime for Kris' I thought.

Trish moved her head down to be closer to the action. She kept one hand at Kris's breasts and the other at her clitoris. She seemed mesmerized by my penis moving back and forth in Kris's vagina. Kris was beginning to look mesmerized herself. Between my penis pushing up into her G and Trish's expert clitoral and breast attentions she was moaning beautifully and slowly rocking her head from side to side.

Trish was timing her hand movements to my pelvic movements and the result was a symphony of sexual delight for Kris. Instinctively I slowly picked it up. I felt strong. I felt I could keep this going and not come before Kris and mess it up. I also felt confident that I was going to have another mind melting orgasm in Trish's ass...her incredible ass. And I really, really wanted Kris to have a Big One. 'Two would be better,' I thought.

Kris's face was a study in rapture. Despite the dim light, her face was easily seen and it was so beautiful. She looked completely at peace with the world and I gazed down at her breasts, rising and falling as she took slow, deep breathes. Then I looked at my penis, moving in her and felt her warmth and luxurious wetness. 'Lubrication is not one of her problems,' I mused.

Then I looked at Trish and she also seemed at peace with her world. She closed her eyes and laid her head on Kris's tummy, still keeping rhythm with me. I watched her chest and it was rising and falling in rhythm with Kris. I made the effort to do the same and there we were. Three people breathing in sync, fucking and being fucked in sync. "God! This is so...so...fucking...good...' I thought.

Kris must have felt likewise because she was now beginning to move. Her hips were rocking in sync with everything else and a half a minute later she was going gentle Tahitian in sync. Murmurs of bliss were coming from her lips and the Tahitian got stronger. Then it got faster. Trish and I both looked at each other and went with Kris's rhythm. 

She was now arching her back and doing the Very Happy Dance. "Oh God yeah...oh God yeah...Ummmm! Oh God yeah... Yes!...Yes!...Yes!..." 

I felt her pelvic muscles clamp down on my penis as if she was unwilling to ever let my penis out of her. Her Face was now screwed up in a grimace of near painful sexual ecstasy. Her fists were clenched, her body was tense and her very soul was tense. And then she was screaming.

'Don't stop,' mouthed Trish, so I didn't. I gave Kris several deep vaginal thrusts and she was gasping. Then she was screaming again. Trish cut her fingers across her throat and I held still. I could see her fingers still forcefully pressing into Kris's clitoris. Kris was almost convulsing. She drew her knees to her chest and hugged them tight. "Now," said Trish.

I started again. Trish wasn't satisfied. 'Fuck her!' she mouthed. 'Hard!'

I did. I closed my eyes and gave Kris the old 'Porn Style Pussy Pounding'. Kris's face showed something resembling extreme sorrow but I just knew it was her way of taking the fucking. Trish stayed out of it as I fucked Kris like a sailor on shore leave. Kris started to half mumble, half cry. Trish just gave me the thumb tip to index finger tip 'perfect' sign.

When Trish judged the time appropriate, she again went for Kris's clitoris. Her efforts were subdued as is she knew her role was now second fiddle. Kris just did her best to take it all. I was genuinely impressed.

Climbing up her second Mount Orgasm seemed almost painful for her. She took her own legs in hand and held them high, as if begging me to do her G. I was most willing to oblige and did just that. With sheer determination, I just concentrated on getting her off a second time. Trish, bless her heart, seemed to be conducting me, giving me signals to slow down, speed up, go harder, stronger, almost as if it was she who was being fucked and calling the shots. All I could think was 'she ought to know' and I did exactly what she conducted. 

Kris was now somewhere she may have never been before. Trish's eyes were wide with excitement and it was clear she was really enjoying helping Kris get off. And get off she was. She was trembling with the rising pressure and from the look in Trish's eyes I knew not to do anything but do what I was doing. Then Kris started to get seriously potty mouthed.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!...Oh, shit!...Jesus...Fucking...Christ!...Oh my God...Holy...fucking ...shit!..."

Her body was grinding into mine. If my penis was two feet long, she would have taken it all. God, but did that girl want to come! I did my Big Finish thing and slowed it down slightly but thrust into her vagina like I was pounding fence posts. Trish's hand was threatening to pulverize Kris's clitoris and Kris was gyrating her pelvis as if failure was death. All I could do was wish that she could take it. 

She did. Bless her heart, she did. I could read her mounting orgasm in the dim light and I just focused on Kris. Trish may have been sending me signals but all I did was read Kris. She was gasping and tensing, and then she threw her head back and howled.

Primal lust. Primal conquest. Primal sexual power. Primal domination. Kris howled it all. Her vagina rippled and clamped down. God, but it felt good. I was still fully erect, fully masculine and Kris was coming around my cock. I looked and saw a small spurt of girl cum glistening on the shaft of my cock. I looked at Trish. 'Another?' was the silent question. 

'No' was the answer.

'Fair enough,' I thought. 'Fair enough.'

Kris was now rolled onto her side and panting. "Oh...my...God! That was incredible," she finally said. "I have never...come so hard in all my life. You two were...awesome...totally awesome...thank you...and thank you. You two are just going to have to carry on without me for a while. I need a break...and I need to pee." And with that, she got off the bed and staggered to the en suite. "Look at me. I can't even walk."

Trish held out her hand, palm forward and I gave her a high five. "Well and truly done there, Ken," she said. "You fucked her so good, she's got the staggers. Think you can do that to me?"

I groaned. Before I could say anything, Kris interrupted with, "Just wait a bit. I want to watch." Then she was inside the en suite and closing the door.

"Well Ken, can you give her a show? How about we do a porn video routine? Me on top, riding you, then reverse cowboy and finally I put you in my ass. Sound Good?"

"Trish...I'm not sure I can last that long. As much as I'd love to do anal, I think I'd go off before we got through with part one. I almost came in Kris."

Trish just gave a slight chuckle. "Okay, we don't go for an Oscar. We just show her what anal fucking is all about. Got any lube around here?"

I knew where it was and reached for a drawer in the bedside table. "All right!" said Trish

The toilet flushed and we heard the tap running. Then Kris came back walking normally. Trish grinned at me. "Showtime!" she said and got onto hands and knees at the edge of the bed. She obviously wanted me to do her standing up. "Now remember Kris, I did offer this to you."

Kris got wide eyed. "Are you two going to...?"

"Yes," replied Trish. "We are."

"Awesome," gushed Kris. "I've never seen this before...for real, I mean. I'm turning on the lights." And she did.

So there we were. Trish was in the position, ass in the air, I was about to fuck her in the ass and Kris was doing the voyeur thing. I had to shake my head a bit. 'Unreal,' I thought.

I put some lube on my fingers and touched it to Trish's ass. "Oh yeah," she sighed. "God, I love anal. And girl...before too long, you're going to as well."

Kris looked at me with sceptical eyes. I tried to look calm. "I'm new to this as well...remember?" I said. Then I started to warm up Trish's ass.

First one, then two fingers slipped in and Trish again sighed, settling onto the bed with her breasts on the covers. I worked my fingers a bit, slowly stretching her ring, moving back and forth. Kris was still wide eyed. "That doesn't hurt?" she asked.

"Not at all, girl. Not at all." Trish murmured. "Now lube up Ken and enjoy the show."

Kris put a generous portion of lube on her palm and then took my almost fully erect cock and rubbed it on. She gave me a hand job for about half a minute which left me more than ready. I put a touch more lube right on Trish's ass and held my cock head to her rosebud. "Anytime you're ready," murmured Trish. I was ready.

Gently, I pushed forward. "I can't believe this." gushed Kris.

"Believe it, girl. Believe it." oozed Trish. "Okay, Ken...do your thing."

I could feel her ring relaxing and I gave a slightly firmer push. The tip of my cock was partly in and with steady pressure and Trish relaxing, I gradually slipped in. When my head was past her ring I paused, then gradually went deeper, until my cock was deeply buried in Trish's ass. "God...that looks awesome...and painful," said Kris.

"God, it feels awesome." replied Trish.

"No complaints here." I added and started to slowly stroke. "Don't expect much more," I said, looking at Kris, "I'm not going to last long. This is just too stimulating. What I'm doing and with you watching..."

"Well, I'll just have to help Trish, then." she said and put her hand around Trish's leg and to her vulva. 

"Go, girl. Do your thing." said Trish. "A little sugar is always welcome. It's too bad we didn't bring a strap-on. Next time we will."

Kris went to work on Trish's clitoris and I just moved slowly in Trish's ass. Kris was on her knees, with her face very close to the action. "I can't believe that doesn't hurt." Kris said.

"Oh baby..." murmured Trish. "Your time will come...and believe me...it ain't gonna hurt." Then she gave out a sigh, accompanied by a cat-like stretch. "God... I love being fucked up my ass." she oozed.

Kris looked at me wide eyed. "I really think she does..."

I wasn't kidding about not lasting long. If I did nothing but just be there, I new I would come. With Kris's attentions, Trish was moving, pushing herself into Kris's hand. So I just stayed put, letting Trish move on me. Her muscles were giving me a wonderful anal massage and I was climbing. Kris could tell and she smiled up at me, her eyes urging me on to a big climax. 

"Ken," she murmured, "you look awesome...all man and muscle...and your...cock..." She giggled. "It's...it's ...unbelievable...so thick and hard...and my God...where it is...and the look on your face..."

I was so close and not even trying. My face was screwed up and sweat was dripping from my chin. Serious sensations were flooding me. Despite myself, I started to move in Trish. God, but did I want to come. Trish could tell. "Push up on his ball sack," she told Kris. "You'll love what happens."

She did and it sent me. Trish moved back to take me deep and then clamped her ass down on my cock. "Oh FUCK!" I called out. The pressure was climbing and I thought it wouldn't stop. 

"Harder," said Trish and Kris added to it. I was almost bouncing with the tension. All my muscles were strained and I was almost ready to pass out. "Let go," Trish ordered and Kris did. Trish relaxed and I howled. Then I pumped three or four times in Trish's awesome ass and held deep. 

Body jerk followed body jerk as I spurted cum up Trish's ass. I was clenching my teeth to the point of breaking them. God, but was it a hard one. Hot cum slicked up Trish's ass and I gave her three or four more good thrusts. I was exalted. Damn but if I didn't jump up, give a few fist pumps and cry out, "Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" and then quickly get back and pushed my cock back into her ass. 

I did my porn star routine for about ten pumps. Kris was staring at me. I leaned over, took her head in both hands and locked lips for a moment. Then I sprang up again, turned a few circles and stopped, staring at the girls as if daring them to say something. "Bring...it...on!" I cried. "I can do this...all...night...long!"

Trish was lying on her side, holding Kris. "I told you, you'd like what happens."

Kris just stared at me. "Wow...all I did was push a little...."

I got down to kiss her, giving her a quick smooch. "But you did it so well," I said, meaning it. God, but did I feel good. "Shower time, girls. I have to wake you two up!" 

Kris rolled her eyes. "Ken...we're awake...and it's one am."

Trish just rolled onto her back. "You're going to have to help me up, lover boy. And a shower seems good to me." 

I pulled Trish to her feet and Kris got up as well. "It's going to be a bit crowded in there," she said.

"All right!" I replied, giving another fist pump.

"What have you done to him?" Kris asked Trish.

Three in the shower was awesome. Just crowded enough hat it was impossible not to rub bodies. Trish and Kris both started by soaping me down, paying special attention to my penis which hadn't gone totally soft. Trish put a bunch of lather to my ass and gave it a thorough going over. Kris did my ball sack and I was at full attention again. Trish faced the wall and lifted up one knee. "Please and thank you," she said. I gave her ass a long and sensuous cleaning. "You can help," I suggested to Kris and she blushed.

So with me behind and Kris in front, we gave Trish a thorough going over. Kris paid extra attention to Trish's breasts and murmured, "You know Trish...I absolutely love your tits," and the two of them burst out laughing. Then Trish and I went over Kris from top to bottom.

I was still seriously erect and seeing Kris all wet and soapy was just too much. I grabbed her from behind and put one hand to her vulva and the other to her breast. Trish Giggled. "It's kind of tight in here but I'm not going anywhere!" 




Head Games at School Ch. 02



Kris half screamed and half giggled herself. "Again? You're insatiable!"

"Help me, Trish," I said in a lecherous tone. She just nodded yes and used the hand wand to rinse kris off, then got down to give her oral.

"Don't mind me, girl," she said, "just doing my job." She was busy for only a few moments before looking up at me. "Damn...she's wet already! I hate when that happens!"

"Sorry," mumbled Kris and then giggled again.

"Okay, I'll let you redeem yourself, girl," Trish said, in her best lecherous tone. "Arms around my neck and hang on. Ken...you'll figure it out."

I did. I lifted Kris up by her waist. "Legs out beside me, girl." She did that. I then got both arms around her thighs and Kris was suspended from Trish to me. 

"Don't let go of me, now," Trish warned Kris and she took my erect and aching cock in her hand. "Ready, girl?" she asked Kris in a tone that wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer. Before Kris could nod her head 'yes', my cock was guided to Kris's vagina and I was sliding in.

"Oh!" gasped Kris, as I filled her vagina. "This is...different..."

"Isn't it, though," oozed Trish. Then she looked at me. "Home, James! And don't spare the horses!"

I assumed that meant 'fuck her silly' so I did. It was a novel situation but I'm a quick study. It took bit to figure out just how to hold Kris so that the fucking went smoothly and was doing her some good. I figured that in this position my cock wasn't really aimed near her G, so I just fucked. Kris looked awesome with her back arched and her body stretched between her two supporters. I couldn't see her breasts but Trish was taking good care of them with one hand and excellent care of Kris's clitoris with the other. All Kris had to do was hang on to Trish and take it. 

She took it well. "Can't say I ever imagined a position quite like this," she gasped. "Bondage without ropes...interesting..." 

Trish had a curious smile on her face. "What?" I asked, still fucking Kris.

"We really should form a porn production company. We could call it 'Sex du Soleil'. I've never seen this in an adult video."

Kris was a trooper. "As long as...ohhh....you are in this position...ahh...ahhh...for the anal scene," and she did her best to giggle.

She hung in there for several minutes before her arms were tiring. "Ken...big finish...or let me down..."

"I could never let you down, girl, you know that," and I used both arms to swing her around facing me without letting her touch the floor. Trish helped to get her vagina properly filled and we carried on with me supporting her completely. 

"Much better," Kris sighed, settling against my chest. "Not quite so interesting...but far more comfortable."

Trish had a close up of the action. "I wish I had a video camera," she murmured. "This really is a beautiful sight. You look good this way, guys. Seriously. Very, very beautiful. Kris, your ass never looked better." She gave it a long kiss. "And Ken...what I can see of your cock is awesome."

I withdrew. "Ahh," Trish murmured. "There it is," and she gave me a few seconds of oral before giving it back to Kris, who again sighed. 

Trish took the shower wand and fiddled with the settings, getting the water to come out in pulsating jets. She started on Kris's upper back and slowly worked it down her spine. "Yummm..." murmured Kris. The Trish ran it over her butt and let it settle right on Kris's ass hole. "Is this the start of my training?" asked Kris.

Trish laughed. "Kind of, girl...kind of," and she then held it under Kris to work the water against her clitoris. Kris wiggled at the sensation and Trish made sure the base of my cock got its share as well. I smiled at Trish and she smiled back. She put her other hand to her own vulva and started to masturbate. "I wonder if we can all come together," she said. "I think we should try."

"I'm the passive one here," said Kris, her voice getting a bit husky.

"I'm an active one," I added, "but Trish...I think you're conducting this orchestra. So, lead on, Maestro."

I had no worries about tiring of supporting Kris. Years of weight training had given me considerable upper body strength. And despite the sexually charged atmosphere, I wasn't concerned about coming too soon. But I did want Kris to come. I knew Trish could capably take care of herself. I also knew she could take care of Kris. I had read that a water wand was one of a woman's best friends. And in Trish's hands, I was sure it was a sure-fire friend.

It was. I was leaning against the shower wall, easily holding Kris and just rocking my hips to fuck her. With Trish using the water wand, Kris was steadily climbing. She was silent but her breathing and her body language said it all. Trish wasn't giving me much water jet action. She didn't have to. When Kris seemed to be getting too close, Trish just gave herself the wand and caught up. No one was talking now. Kris had her eyes closed and Trish and I were talking with our eyes. The conductor at the New York metropolitan would have been proud. None of us were singing but the symphony was going very well indeed.

Kris was moving now, slowly rocking her hips back and forth. Trish seemed to be moving to the same rhythm. It must have been a woman thing. Then I realized I was also dancing the same dance. Kris and I were taking deep, slow breathes in unison. Trish, bless her heart, was watching closely, making sure her orchestra was in time. I spoke first.

"This is going to be...awesome..."

"Three hearts...beating as one," murmured Kris. Trish just smiled at me and closed her eyes. It was building for all three of us. I could sense it. Kris was rolling her head and moaning. Trish had a look of ecstasy on her face. Her hand was at her vulva and she had one leg wrapped around it, holding her to herself. Her upper body was bobbing. I felt the water jet find and stay at the base of my cock. 

"Sweet Jesus...sweet Jesus," I was moaning. The water wand went to Kris and she was shuddering. 

She was mewling like a little kitten. I felt her body tense and her arms went tight around me. My eyes were closed and I forced them open. I saw Trish's eyes open and she stared past me. Then her eyes seemed to roll up and with a total body tense, she gritted her teeth, hissed something unintelligible and was coming. 

It was viral. Kris tensed, jerked twice, went total spasm and clamped down on me. Her eyes stared into mine and I was coming. My cock felt like a steel rod, it was so hard. I tried not to buck but I did. I was so deep in Kris, I feared I was hurting her as my cock jerked up and I couldn't stop it. Trish was bent over, mouthing obscenities to no one and everyone. My arms lost strength and Kris was now impaled on my oak hard cock and she didn't even whimper. My legs lost strength and I started sliding down the shower wall, landing with a bump at the bottom, Kris still riding my cock, all the way down. My feet took out Trish and we all ended up in a heap. Trish knocked Kris off of me and I just put out my arms and gathered them both, holding them on top of me. 

There was just heavy breathing and heaving chests for a minute. Somehow I found the water wand and fiddled it back to a regular shower spray. I waved it over all of us to keep us warm. Slowly we came back. "Trish...if I could put my hands together...I would applaud." 

"I bask..." she started,"...in the warmth...of your approbations..."

"I have to pee," said Kris. Her vulva was on my right thigh.

"Then pee," I said, meaning it. She did. Trish was cuddled up on my left thigh. In a few seconds I felt her pee as well. Somehow the smell of women's urine wasn't a problem at a time like that. And it felt kind of good.

I kept the water going over us and we just settled into each other. The urine was soon gone. Then I felt the urge and just let go. "It's warm," murmured Trish.

I don't know how long we lay like that. Thank God the apartment had central hot water. We must have gone through a few hundred gallons. Finally I spoke. "I have to play tomorrow. I think we should go back to bed. Anyone have an early class in the morning?" No one said 'yes', thank God. I had nine am 'English Classics'. We were doing Lord Byron's 'Don Juan'. I decided to skip class. I was sure Byron would understand. I knew Don Juan would.

We somehow got out of the shower, dried of a bit and stumbled back to the bed. Kris ended up in the middle. 'Good for you' I thought as I drifted off.

I awoke to late morning light. I was on the edge of the bed, almost falling off. Kris and Trish were snuggled on the other side, soundly sleeping. They both looked like angels. Kris had a hand to one of Trish's breasts and Trish's hand was between Kris's legs. I looked at them together for a while and felt totally content. I also felt my bladder giving me signals. My stomach was as well. I was ravenous. Go figure. I eased off the bed as slowly as I could. Neither of the girls stirred. 

I padded to the bathroom and silently closed the door. Remembering Trish's comment about rackets in the bathroom, I did my best to void quietly. After silently rinsing my hands and face I went into the kitchen to put on coffee. I was standing there nude, spooning coffee into the basket when two feminine hands took hold of my morning erection. Coffee flew to the ceiling and I heard Trish and Kris both burst out laughing. 

"Don't...do...that!" I thundered, then changed my mind. "Okay...do that..." and I turned around. They were both beaming. 

"It's almost ten o'clock, Studdly," Trish said. "And I have History at eleven. Besides...I have to pee." 

"It's Sir Studdly to you...wench..."

"Then make us up one of your awesome veggie omelettes...Sir Studdly," giggled Kris. "Trish and I have to powder our noses."

"And I know just what passes for nose powder around here," I smirked. Kris gave me a pretend angry glare and swatted my butt. 

"Jealousy will get you nowhere...until tonight," she relied. "And speaking of tonight...will you be able to skate?"

"Not sure I can walk...you two have a way of doing that to me," I grinned. 

"Then eat a good breakfast," said Trish. "We wouldn't want your strength to fail."

"Blonde or brunette?" I asked.

"Who's incorrigible?" asked Kris. "Come, Trish. Sir Studdly has chores to do." And they walked to the bathroom, both exaggerating the sway of their hips.

I got on my pants and went to work preparing a huge omelette. Bread became toast and the coffee was restarted. When the girls reappeared, looking fresh and damp, breakfast was ready. We all chowed down.

"Umm..." murmured Trish appreciatively as she took a bite of the omelette. "Sir Studdly knows his way around a kitchen. What other talents have you been hiding?"

"Ahhh... Trish," I started. "I did make you steak and Caesar salad...remember?"

"That wasn't me. It was my identical but evil twin sister, Skippy. But she did tell me it was great." She looked at me with raised eyebrows."

"Fair enough," I murmured. "I think I've met her a few times. She was great as well." I looked at her with raised eyebrows. 

"I'm pretty sure I've met her as well," added Kris. "Or I will..." and we all burst out laughing.

Back on campus I had lunch in the cafeteria. I really needed to replace calories. I tanked up on orange juice and added a pinch of salt. I was sure I had lost a fair bit of electrolyte the previous night. I felt strong but wanted to stay that way. The game was an important one. We were assured of a playoff birth but if we won tonight, we got a better matching in the first round. Coach had made it clear that a loss was not an option. But then, the other team had other ideas. 

I went to my two o'clock class and decided to cut my three o'clock one, opting to go to the gym for a light stretching routine. My back was a bit stiff. Go figure.

I worked out all the kinks and felt great. A long, hot shower left me feeling ready to move a few buildings. God, but did I feel good. A final fuel up at four and I was on top of the world. I went back to my room to chill and put on my game face. I lay on the bed with my eyes closed and gave myself a few minutes to go over my last night's sexual adventures. Then my mind drifted to hockey all on its own. I took that as a good sign. 

At five thirty I put on my dress clothes and wandered over to the arena. I paused outside and looked up at the building. 'Karl Edwards Memorial Arena'. Karl Edwards had been a legend in university hockey four decades ago. Then he died serving his country in Vietnam when his fighter plane took a ground to air missile over Hanoi. Under the building's name was a second sign. 'Home of the Thunderbirds'. Under that was a large painting of a Golden Eagle, soaring over a mountain. 

Six was team warm up on the bikes and the mats. Then wearing team Under Armour, we all went for a few laps around the building. The chanting started and soon we were a band of dedicated ice warriors. The blood was heating and we did a few extra laps for the joy of it. At the outside door leading back to the dressing room, a large group of girls had gathered. It was a school tradition. They were lining a path back into the building and as we jogged in, they were ululating, giving out a high pitched wavering cry with rapid movements of tongue and throat. In Arabic countries, women did it in celebrations. In southern African counties, women did it to urge men into the fury of battle. There was no question what the girls had in mind.

I geared up slowly and carefully, as if putting on armour for battle, which in effect, I was. Tonight's opponent was another serious hockey school, with a team of veterans, big and tough. The game was going to be decided by determination. We were evenly matched in every way. The team still skating after sixty minutes would win. We were all in condition. It was only a question of who could take the hits that we all knew were coming. The girls had given us a boost of testosterone. The adrenaline had to come from inside. Tonight, the heart's job wasn't just to pump blood.

Coach liked to leave us alone in the dressing room as we geared up. The two Assistants read out the Order of Battle. It was pretty straight forward. When we were ready, Coached walked in. He didn't say much.

"You all know what this is about. If you don't beat them tonight...you'll need to beat them two out of three in a couple of weeks. Same thing goes for them. You know it. They know it. Now...go out there...and play hockey..."

We all stood up, stepped in close and put out our right hands. "WE ARE THE BOLD ONES!! WE HAVE THE HEART!! WE ARE THE BOLD ONES!! WE HAVE THE HEART!!" Over and over, louder and louder, faster and faster, we chanted. It was our version of the New Zealand All Blacks' Maori 'Haka', the challenge performed before all of their opponents. Out in the hall the ululation started again, along with a dozen feminine fists pounding on the door. That really got the adrenaline going. Tonight, adrenaline was going to be need as local anaesthetic. I closed my eyes and imagined the rewards of victory I would get back at the apartment. We were in our own barn and God, did that feel good. Coach opened the door and we ran out and onto the ice.

The crowd howled and we did fast half laps in our end. A bucket of pucks poured over our board and we warmed up the goalies, taking closing wrist shots before lining up and sending a stream of slap shots at our net. I ignored the other team and the stands. Game Face. The starting line ups stood for the anthem and half way through, the crowd started to make noise. By the end, the building was vibrating. I skated to centre ice and looked at their big guy who was staring back at me. No sneers, no words, just ice cold eyes and mutual respect. We had met many times before. The ref looked at both goalies who just gave slight nods and then he flicked down the puck. It was on. Forty-five seconds later I came off with my line, knowing that tonight was a time to play big or lose. I was not about to let my team down. 

Two minutes later I was over the boards and accelerating for their end. One of their D men had the puck behind his own net, sizing up how to break out. He started out and I gave their wing a little extra room. The puck came his way and I was going to take it. He caught the pass and I hit him hard and clean. He managed to stay on his feet but the puck was mine. My winger came over the blue line and I tapped it onto his stick and took off for the net. He took it up the side and I slowed down in the slot, knowing I was going to get the puck back. It came perfectly and I went for a one time, my head down, looking at the puck. Idiot. Just as I slapped at it, I felt a Mack truck take me out. Their big guy had done it before and he was going to try to keep it up all night. I was on my ass, spinning around and scrambling to get back on my feet and back in the game. I had fanned on the puck and now they were in full charge at our net. All I could do was watch as they did a perfect Tic-Tack-Toe and they were up one. Damn!! I brought my stick down hard and cursed my stupidity as I skated off, feeling a thousand eyes glaring at me.

On the bench, Coach leaned close to my head and said, "Shake it off! Think!! God Damn it!" I just kept my mouth shut and tried to focus. One early goal meant nothing. We weren't even really warmed up. But we were getting there.

The rest of the first went as expected. No more scoring despite several good opportunities on both sides. It was end to end and physical. I hit him a couple of times and he returned the favour. Just before the final horn, I was in the corner digging and came up with the puck. I looked for a passing opportunity but saw none, so I went behind their net, weaving back and forth, waiting for someone to get an opening. I had their goalie going the wrong way and went to tuck it in from behind. Mack Truck just knocked me back onto my keister and I got up grinning. I liked this kind of a game. 

In the dressing room, Coach was pretending to be pleased. "Not bad, guys. Not bad...except for do-nut brain over there," looking conspicuously at me. I didn't mind. I had that coming. "And you, Jelly Belly..." looking at our bean pole left wing, "forget to sharpen your skates? I could go faster!! And for God Damn!...pick up those passes! If I see one more slow pass...you're benched!!" Then he kicked over a trash can and stormed out of the room.

We sat silently and digested it. We knew it was for show. Coach just wanted us thinking. We sipped water and let sweat drip. Inside, I was grinning. Outside I was scowling. I stood up and threw my stick against the far wall. I didn't have a C on my jersey but I did have an A, so I was allowed to rant. I did.

"Okay...I fucked up on that first one but God Damned if I'm going to do it again! And if any of you shit heads fuck up any more, I'll have your balls hanging from the rafters!" No one was fucking up but it sounded good. Our captain expected me to play Drill Sergeant. "Now let's go out there and give those bastards some serious grief! UP!!" The team rose as one, stepped close and out came the right hands. 

"WE ARE THE BOLD ONES!! WE HAVE THE HEART!!" 

"I CAN"T HEAR YOU!!" I shouted.

"WE ARE THE BOLD ONES!! WE HAVE THE HEART!!" Again and again, it rang out. We were stamping our feet and shouting out our defiance. Our captain was grinning at me. He held up his arm and the room went silent. 

"Fucking...A!" he hissed and we were ready to go.

Our second line took the ice and the rest of us took the bench. Coach took his time showing up and then took his place behind the bench. "Okay, men...show me what you've got..."

It was glorious. I was pumped and couldn't wait to go out there and hit Mack. I was almost vibrating when I went over the boards for my shift. Both teams were changing and I saw him grinning at me like I was lunch as we both took off for the puck. I let him get there first just so I could hammer him into the boards. The crowd howled and he just bounced off the boards and elbowed me. The ref let it go and I knew it was going to get good. As long as we didn't do anything too over the line, the ref was going to let us play hockey. My kind of game. His kind of game. Hockey.